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 on. There were a few things I needed for the ritual and I was buying them at the nearest Wholefoods. I was down to the last item on the list a candle. I was…

Some songs

Some songs sound like the dawn of days that will never come again.

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 no more, Don’t try to walk in the light of day; Black Dog walk with head hung down, Black Dog walk ’til you in the ground; Black Dog don’t be begging round my sun,…

Our Last Day

  The last day I spent with mom, we were having lunch on the back terrace of the nursing home. The food wasn’t great but it was a beautiful hot day. I picked a tigerlily for mom and put it in her hair. We sat outside and talked a while. She asked why he was…

Every Day…

Every Day feels like a relentless grind. Where I once I got out of bed by instinctively moving a series of now it is a conscious decision and focused effort. I feel empty. Mostly numb and heavy until the sadness ambushes with a sneak attack. Then I am rushing out of the bookstore, or mall…

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. Watching “A Muppet Christmas Carol” on Thanksgiving day. Opening 1 present on Christmas Eve. Giving her the perfect gift that makes her hands shake as she opens it. The look of surprised delight when…

So This Happens

An organization I was working with was creating a project to show the diversity of the Black community. The project was going to include a series of recordings and one of the producers contacted me about auditioning we scheduled a meeting. The day of the meeting the producer never showed up. I sent a follow-up…

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 a huge amount of help from her church community and friends.  During the service I read a part of the poem “The Dash by Linda Ellis You can read the whole poem here. After…

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 that because of the nature of the training and because part of the work is not to talk about what you do so that you don’t over analyze it. So this post is my…