The first time someone told me they felt “called” to playwriting, the Catholic snob in me quietly snickered. To me, you could only be called to an act of service and at the time I thought writing couldn’t possibly be an act of service because it was so narcissistic.  Writing was about self-gratification and controlling…

Originally, I was going to use this post to talk about how much flying has changed and how much it sucks now. I even took pictures and was totally ready to talk about the “restaurant” at the airport where you ordered everything via a tablet and the staff was hella, hella rude. I had my…

I’m lucky enough to live in a city where I could drive at most thirty minutes in any direction and end up in the woods or at a body of water but usually almost always both. This usually makes me feel better when I’ve had a really rough period in playwriting.   When I found…

My mom has issues with being referred to as Latina. She was born in Central America and it was my mother’s mother who taught me Spanish but the diaspora is huge and my mom had considered herself Black. Thing is, culturally and ethnically, that means something different in the United States so now she just…

I find it kind of funny that my first post to my travel blog about playwriting is about not being able to travel. This year, I’ve had four different playwriting opportunities but was only physically there for one. Unfortunately, despite feeling deeply rich in my fantasy world, I am miserably poor and can’t fly out…