This thing we do to ourselves. This these are my people now. This goodbye for now or always. It's just love. It's just...

In my gratitude journal, there is sprawling cursive about Isabella’s potential not-ending: warm, merciful, empowered, propellant. It was...

I needed A Midsummer Night’s Dream to close, because my knees were sore. Are. They are sore, very much so, still. For all the diligent...

My latest project, and my first piece of writing to be presented onstage - here's what it is and where it came from...Noble Minds -...

A well-designed, (almost) adequately immersive dive into the waters of young womanhood, Pomona College’s DRY LAND succeeds best when it...

On this day last week, I headed down to LA to attend Shakespeare & Company's Weekend Intensive. Here are some reflections from this bout...

Reflections on being in the skin of my character, Wendla, and in mine throughout my experience in Riverside Repertory Theater's...

The Wall Climbers is an initiative that I've kickstarted independently, and yet the phrase itself implies plurality - as in, not just...