Jun 2016

I N T R O D U C I N G . . .


Rose all Day

I’ve decided to use this blog as more of a… well, blog. A forum for all my musings and ponderings, catharsis and wanderings. I have for several years now written and performed Spoken Word Poetry (read: I’m a white girl slam poet). I have also for several years now drunk and enjoyed wine. Negronis. Martinis. A well timed digestif every now and again. Really all booze. It made sense to me to combine the two(s). No, I will not always rhyme. But I will, Wednesdays at 3 Pacific Standard Time. Click the link, pour yourself a drink and enjoy the first installment of The Soken Word.



Oct 2015

The Voice Behind The Fence

Directed by Paul Kampf. It’s a little long, but it’s (unfortunately) oh so relevant right now.




Aug 2015

Shots of my Head. New.

Ah, the necessary evil of the headshot. Thought by some to be cruel and unusual punishment, the headshot is often referred to as the actor’s most valuable marketing tool. Of course! It’s so easy to reduce an actor’s entire existence, range, and essence into one picture! Sarcasm aside, Marc Cartwright came pretty damn close.

I call this one “I’m Fun and Relatable, Buy a Phone Plan from Me.”



And, this one: “I Have Sad Eyes, or Are They Hiding Something?”



And this one: “Just call me Rachel Green.”






Jun 2015


“As in a theatre, the eyes of men, after a well-graced actor leaves the stage,
are idly bent on him that enters next…”

-William Shakespeare
Richard II

Wise words by Billy Shakespeare. As an actor, you got to give that man some props. And, that’s just what I’m doing in this year’s Hollywood Fringe Festival. I am starring in the US premiere of LOVE LABOURS WON, the critically acclaimed Shakespearean pastiche play. (If you don’t know what a pastiche is, that’s OK. Neither did I. Think: parody, but in a good way). This play won Pick of the Fringe in Edinburgh 2 years running (that’s a BFD), and now we’re doing it here. Check out the website to read more of the effusive reviews and check out flier below for show times!




Feb 2015

// f o l k h e r o & f u n n y g u y //

I shot a movie. Humble brag alert: it feels so damn good to do what you love.

Folk Hero & Funny Guy

Directed by the illustrious Jeff Grace.

Starring Alex Karpovsky, Wyatt Russell, Meredith Hagner, Melanie Lynskey, David Cross, Hannah Simone, Michael Ian Black, Heather Morris, and Yours Truly.

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(Click on pic to see a bigger view. You can say it. This small one is lame.)



Jan 2015

This is me. Hawking Chuck Taylors

Check out a commercial I shot. Rooftop, downtown LA, magic hour, CONVERSE. This shit sells itself.



Nov 2014

Meet me, Cameran, Published Author

Last week, I was in NYC. As in the Big Apple, Broadway, if you can make it there, you can make it anywhere, the city of Annie Hall, Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan, and Jay Z.

I also got the privilege to perform some spoken word poetry at the famous Bowery Poetry Club. And guys, I did it. I really did it. My piece won fave of the night, and now I will be published in their yearly anthology! See pic and piece below for proof.

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Love Looks


When I look at you, I don’t see love.

I see a good night’s sleep. That think I’m constantly craving but can never seem to get quite enough of. I see escape from anxiety and rest for my weary eyes. I see a place to grow my dreams and strengthen my days. I don’t count sheep. I count number of times I can make you laugh. But I lost track somewhere around ‘mockingbird’ or ‘diamond ring.’ The laughter on your lips is my lullaby, as surely as if you sing it to me.

When I look at you, I don’t see love.

I see a cup of coffee. My wake up call. My catharsis. My favorite vice. Rarely do my mornings start without sipping you in, feeling you course through my veins, and kickstart my heart. I should just call you Joe because a cup of you is the best part of waking up.

When I look at you, I don’t see love.

I see postage stamps. Letters from a long distance love. You’ve traveled a long way. We may always have been in the same place, but I have postcards in my mind from St. Patrick’s Day 2008. With each calendar year, the distance fades, but letters still come to mind from four years ago, three years ago, two years ago, today.

When I look at you, I don’t see love.

I see a telescope because when you look at me, you see stars. I can tell because they glisten and shine and reflect in your own eyes. You connect my dots and paint constellations from my flaws. You see the space-like complexity that goes on in my head, and like the moon finds the earth and the earth finds the sun, you make sense of the infinite.

When I look at you, I don’t see love.

I see Shakespeare or Ibsen or Moliere. I see the classics. ‘But soft what light through yonder window breaks.’ I hear iambic pentameter. There’s a rhythm and a dance. There’s archetype in this romance. Maybe I see that I just compared you to Shakespeare, and somehow you still find me adorable. You enable all my quirks.

When I look at you, I don’t see love.

I see my dad’s hand-me-down jacket. I did not expect your arms to fit me so well. A little big, but just enough to make me feel held. Years of history have worn a hole in the right pocket, but that’s OK. It reminds me not to keep you at arm’s length. Time can slip through those holes. But, rather hold you up close, so I can share in your strength. There’s a rust stain from an old metal button, but I don’t mind. The copper color reminds me when I’m careless, you bleed. So I need to be careful with this valuable antique. Because you won’t find it often. It’s one of a kind. It once belonged to someone else, but now, it’s mine. I put my fingers in the pockets and find new stories we’re writing ourselves. I zip up the zipper, and it fits as if it was made for me the whole time.

When I look at you, I don’t see love.

I see chemistry or anatomy or some other highschool science class innuendo. I see myself being emptied out and filled up again. The simultaneous mixing of insides. We blend and blur. Chemical reactions changing who we once were. Sweat forming hydrogen bonds that bind us together as if sharing electrons. You can keep my heart. But, be gentle. Once given, it breaks easy. You can keep my liver, the seat of passion, as long as these sleepless nights and waking dreams continue. I’ll trade you for your lungs, so when you breathe in and you breath out, it’s through my lips. I can be your oxygen and fill you up again. I’ll keep your eyes too. So I can see me the way you see me. Beautiful. When I don’t believe it. Beautiful. When I’m too tired to hear it. Beautiful. When the tears on my cheeks and your chest beg to differ. Beautiful.

When I look at you, I don’t see love.

I see a man. No similes. No metaphors. Just someone broken like I am. I see your hands that are fractured from forgotten friends and paper-thin promises. And maybe, just maybe, they can puzzle piece fit around my shoulders that are weary and worn from the weight of the world. I see your heart that’s been torn out and tossed around like a game of pick up. But, it’s not a game of pick up, but keep. See, we fall in love like we fall asleep: slowly at first and then all at once. So maybe, just maybe, I can puzzle piece fit your heart back into your chest. It might feel a little different now. A little lighter. Because somehow with your basketball heart and my surgeon’s hands, that are neither steady nor strong, we were able to lighten the load.

When I look at you, I don’t know what I see.

But, I know I’ll keep looking.


(sheesh, who is the dude, anyway?)





Sep 2013

ON THE MARKET… coming soon from YouTube Studios!

Los Angeles, the land of dreamers and wannabe-ers. People come chasing fame and fortune, and they leave once reality sets in. Los Angeles is one of the largest apartment markets in the US, with 10 million inhabitants, 60% of whom are renters. Thus, budding entrepreneur SAM and aspiring entertainment host ASHLEY have obtained their real estate license with plans to capitalize. In the City of Angels, where you live, is who you are. And Sam and Ashley are about to discover who they want to be… at least, for now.



May 2013

Best Of…

That’s right. Only 3 auditions out of hundreds that applied were awarded the prestigious title of “Best of.” I think I’ll take it. Click on the picture to watch the whole video in all its glory.



May 2013


OK. so, it’s no secret. I love Sundays. They are recuperative, relaxing, rejuvenating, renewing… I could keep (re)going. Favorite Sunday activities: brunch, farmer’s market, spontaneous movie matinee, beach, delaying the inevitable, pool, day drinking, being outside, flea market. And, in the case of this Sunday, turning my living room into a studio and having a photo shoot. It’s really amazing what you can do with an artful eye and a nice camera (and carefully placed photoshop. ahem.). Shot with the ever talented Emily Coey (check out her stuff at Pockets of Film). Here’s a preview: