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Actor & Adventurer

1 Sep

The last year of my life has been filled with change.

There have been so many moving pieces – big decisions, conversations interrupted by tears, feelings of confusion, growing relationships, moments of clarity, and wordless prayers.

I am not who I was a year ago. I’m not who I was when I started this blog. So, I’m choosing to move forward instead of looking back.

Two things I will always be: an Actor & Adventurer. And I think a writer too. I’ve wanted to write these last few months, but just didn’t feel like The Art of Acting Up was the right spot anymore. It’s been a joy to write this blog over the last five years. And I just want to say thank you for taking this journey with me.

Now, I am starting another chronicle, penning a fresh chapter, creating a new place to write about my life as an actor who is always on the look out for an adventure.

If you want to keep up with me as I continue to chase my dreams in LA, explore this incredible world, and share my point of view – please check out my new blog:


I can’t wait to go adventuring with you!




Speaks To Me Sunday #71

4 Dec


I don’t know anyone who enjoys it. 

I feel like I am doing quite a bit of waiting these days, and to be honest, I am struggling. No one who knows me would call me patient anyway, but this particular waiting… It’s been hard. 

Today I read this and felt it right in my gut. “Enjoy the beauty of becoming.” I had never really thought about uncertainty also meaning possibility. Once a thing becomes certain, there’s no changing it. I’ve always liked the solidity of being certain, but it’s also incredibly final. Immovable. Now, I am realizing there is something undeniably beautiful about possibility, and so I guess… waiting, changing, becoming. I pray God helps me to trust the wait. It could be one of the most beautiful becomings of all. 

Speaks To Me Sunday #56

10 Jul

This week I was driving in my car listening to Hamilton (as per usual), and one of my favorite songs came on. “Dear Theodosia” is a love letter/lullaby sung by both Hamilton and Burr to their children. It always makes me emotional, but this time it made me weep. 

“I’ll make the world safe and sound for you.”

I desperately want to be a mom some day. But our world is not safe and sound. I can’t make that promise to my future children, and it breaks my heart. Doesn’t it break yours? I imagine a safe, sound place to bring up a healthy, happy child is the number one priority for any parent. My dream is for that to be a reality. 

That can’t happen until we all stand united. Until all lives matter. There are so many terrible things happening right now in America and abroad. It is up to us to be the change so that our children have a world where they can safely grow, play, build, create, and dream.

I am seeing so much division, confusion, and hurt amongst my friends. It’s painfully hard to watch, to be a part of. I have had a challenging time sorting out my own thoughts, but this is what I know:

  • All the violence and shootings have to stop.
  • Love is the answer.
  • We could all listen more and shout less. 
  • You can be pro-cop and pro-black. They are not opposing sides. We all should be for them both.
  • I hate guns. I’m scared of them. 
  • I do not believe saying “Black Lives Matter” is causing this divide. That divide already exists. Racism still exists. Because of the color of their skin, black men and women do not get the same (read: fair) treatment in this country. You might be thinking that isn’t your fault or you don’t do that… But white people benefit from this system. It’s not right, but it’s the truth. We are looked at as “the norm.” (If a production is wanting to implement diverse casting for their movie, it means they specifically want some non-white people on screen. Having to make that a focus instead of it just happening means there is a problem.) It might make you feel hurt to hear that. Their lives mean more than our hurt feelings. Our black brothers and sisters are not treated fairly, and they need us to stand up, to use our voices for them. That is what Black Lives Matter means.
  • Yes, all lives matter. Yes, I believe that. But right now, we need to focus on those who are hurting and in need. That is what God calls us to do.
  • Thank God for the helpers, the peacemakers.
  • We have to take action. I have to take action. I cannot sit idly by and let this continue. I don’t know yet what my action will be, but right now I am doing my research. I am planning to call my local representatives. I want to be part of the solution.
  • We should all be part of the solution.

None of it feels like enough, but writing it all out feels like a start. 

My heart is aching for everyone who has lost someone in the recent events. And for all the loved ones lost that we didn’t hear about because there wasn’t a camera to capture it. I am grieving with you. I will step up for you. I will step up for our children and the world I want to leave for them. I want to do my part to make it safe and sound.


Favorite Five Friday (138th Edition)

10 Mar

Friday is back! How was your week? This is last week in my world…


1.  Sometimes I start writing a post and for one reason or another, it just sits in my draft folder unfinished. A month ago I sat down to write about why I cut my hair, but it was a little hard for me to share. Well, I finally finished it and posted the piece. The response has been overwhelming. So many women have reached out to me to say they can relate. It’s mind blowing to hear that the idea of long hair equaling beauty is so widespread. I think it’s time to put a stop to that stigma. Ladies (and gents), you are beautiful no matter what length your hair is! You rock what ever style makes you feel like you.

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2.  Dan has been begging me for years to watch Dr. Who. I also have many friends and acquaintances that love the show, and the pressure to watch it has been a little too intense for me. I thought I could probably get into the show, but I just needed to try it in my own time. Well, we started watching a couple weeks ago because I told Dan I was ready. (I’m sure it had nothing to do with reading that Diana Gabaldon got the idea for Outlander from watching Dr. Who… Not at all.) Truth time, five seasons in and I am officially hooked. It’s everything the nerds said it would be. And I am proud to now be one of them! If you aren’t already a “whovian” and you’ve always wanted to see what’s beyond our galaxy, it’s time for you to check out the Doctor.

3.  I loved seeing the Internet explode with awesome to celebrate International Women’s Day! So much positivity, encouragement, and love. I feel so blessed to be surrounded by my amazing tribe of women. They inspire me daily.

4.  My husband is the best. He gets a shout out this week for getting our groceries, doing the laundry, and going shopping with me for some new clothes. He’s the ultimate partner. You’re my hero, babe. I’m thankful for all you do.

5.  Today is Jack’s 1st birthday! I love my little shoulder cat an unreasonable amount. He is a ray of sunshine every day. Morning snuggles with him are my favorite! He hasn’t even been in our lives a full year yet, but I already can’t imagine life without him. Happy Birthday, Jack Donaghy The Cat!


Have a great week, y’all!

Happiest of Fridays to you. 🙂


10 Mar

I did it. 

I chopped my hair off.   

  Okay, so it isn’t the first time. I got this fabulous bowl cut when I was in preschool. My best friend was a boy, and I wanted to look like him. I asked him to cut my hair, and, good buddy that he was, he complied. Our mothers cried, I’m sure I did too! It was a disaster. This might have been the first time that I got the idea that short hair was bad. Not pretty. After all, I got in trouble for cutting it. (Not that I blame you, Mom. ;))

I had short hair for quite a while after that, but it wasn’t long before I came to the realization that pretty girls had long hair. Boys liked girls with long hair. That was just how it worked. 

So, I grew out my hair. It was long and I felt pretty. 

Samson’s hair made him strong, my hair made me beautiful. Honestly, some days it felt like it was the only thing that did. For most of my life I have felt like my level of beauty was directly correlated with the length of my hair. So I hid behind it. I was just another girl with long hair. 

I remember moving to Los Angeles and having multiple people tell me I should cut it, it was too long. One acting teacher even said to me, “I don’t get your hair. It tells me nothing about you.” In my mind I was thinking, “doesn’t it tell you I’m pretty?” So I kept hiding. But I started noticing that I was hiding, and it didn’t feel good. 

Well, I have been shouting from the rooftops that I am brave… And this “situation” with my hair got to the point where I felt like I needed to prove it to myself. I needed to cut my hair.

This might not seem like a big deal, but it was huge for me. At this point, I had been a long-haired girl for more than a decade. It felt like it was a part of my identity, the thing that made me me. But I needed to prove to myself that my beauty didn’t come from my hair. I needed to prove to myself that beauty (physical beauty) wasn’t the most important thing in my life. So, I took the leap…

It’s been over a month now, and this draft has been sitting here waiting to be finished. I just haven’t been able to bring myself to write all of these feelings down. Part of me is embarrassed by being so attached to my hair, part of me knows there are other girls out there who feel the same way. Part of me is ashamed to admit that there have been days since I made the cut that I have felt less than beautiful because of it, part of me is super proud that I did something different and brave. 

Overall, I am enjoying this new look. I don’t know whether I will keep it short or let it grow again. I do know that I like both.  Mostly I am enjoying knowing that whether I have short hair or long hair… I am still me. 

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