Category: Inciting Incidents

Fight! Fight! Fight!

I’ve been practicing how to yell. A friend and I have been working on an improv show that explores relationship issues. It is for sure the most serious improv I have ever attempted, and the same for my scene partner, and boy, does it feel weird. The form involves discovering

Learning To Be Selfish

I don’t know who swore first — me, or my therapist. But the feeling was mutual: there was a point where my awkwardness began to melt away, and more and more I found myself able to be me. I’m not sure if she does this on purpose, but my therapist

Hope Sucks

I don’t get why everyone’s so in love with the concept of hope. Seriously. Everybody’s all like, “Don’t give up hope,” and “Without hope, we’re nothing.” But can we just take a moment to differentiate between the words, want, hope, and fantasy? Want. Noun. A desire for something. Hope. Noun.

My Only Resolution

A new year means another twelve months of trying to get things done in a timely fashion. A new year means trying to perform improv without being in my head. A new year means shmoozing with people I have no idea how to shmooze with. A new year means having

Show Your Heart

“What am I in the eyes of most people – a nonentity, an eccentric, or an unpleasant person – somebody who has no position in society and will never have; in short, the lowest of the low. All right, then – even if that were absolutely true, then I should

A Position of Power

These past few weeks have been a whirlwind, with women and men alike coming forward to name their abusers. It’s been disheartening as an onslaught of celebrity faces parade through our collective attention, but also not surprising. And I think that lack of surprise is what makes it even worse:

Anxiety

White-knuckled moments, Rapid eye movements, Too many measuring cups, Not enough trust. The list is smeared, The counter a mess, I spent too much time And I made too much fuss. Into the bowl, now, The shell breaks apart, And it’s pooling, impossible, Spoiled. If I can’t do this properly,

Under the Influence

My Grandad was a big drinker. His favorite place to take the family was the Yarmouth House, a nice restaurant where everyone knew Bill Boyne for the legend that he was. He would usually order scotch, and sometimes, he would offer a sip to the grandkids. Sipping your grandfather’s drink

My Best Damn Love Affair To Date

For the past couple months, I’ve been coveting a house on the market. It has an open living room and dining room, and an adorable kitchen. It has a backyard. It has big bedrooms, and a second bathroom. It’s still within walking distance of work. I want it I want

A Really, Really Great Day

I had a peculiar thing happen yesterday: I had a really great day. That sounds like I’m trying to infer that I don’t normally have good days, but yesterday was really great. Harrisburg on the Hunt, a mass treasure hunt experience I created with a friend, had its inaugural hunt,

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