…and begin
Inner Saboteur
Like any good stalker, my inner saboteur started following me to auditions, to meetings, to performances. It became the voice before any leap of faith, whispering at me, questioning whether or not I could stick a landing. All under the guise of safety or protection — she’s sneaky like that.
Read moreAn Ode to Snacking
I live for a Krinkle Cut and a guilty pleasure.
How YOU chewing?
