Little Point of Light
As I was on my way to a ritual honoring our recently departed family, I was feeling a panic attack coming...
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Some songs
Some songs sound like the dawn of days that will never come again.
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Black Dog
Black Dog don't try to sing no more, Nobody cares what you got to say; Black Dog don't try to smile...
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Our Last Day
The last day I spent with mom, we were having lunch on the back terrace of the nursing home. The...
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Every Day...
Every Day feels like a relentless grind. Where I once I got out of bed by instinctively moving a series of...
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The Things I'll Miss.
Sharing a cup of coffee good or bad. Spaghetti with meat balls. Arguing over who gets to sleep on the couch....
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So This Happens
An organization I was working with was creating a project to show the diversity of the Black community. The project was...
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The Dash and My first acting gig.
In loving honor of my mother and friend Anna G. White. We planned and created much of Mom's funeral ourselves with...
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The Blue and the Green. (A story from Double Edge Theatre Training)
The Blue and The Green Long ago before the before times, the sky people lived in a vast castle above the...
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Training at Double Edge
A lot of people have asked about my experience training at Double Edge Theatre. It's been a little hard to navigate...