As originally published on MYSA. Growing up in suburban Connecticut, nature constantly embraced me, whether that be with beautifully landscaped neighborhood lawns, winding trails to meander in my town’s park, or a microadventure getaway up North with my family. Now as a young professional, I find myself confined to cityscapes. Without surrounding natural beauty, … Continue reading Home Is Where The Heart Is, So Where Is Your Heart?
As published on EDGE on July 10, 2013. Champagne bottles hang upside down, organized in the shapes of chandeliers, phone cords dangling like streamers. One chair with a profound back sits under a ticker tape. Mumbled news clips discuss the financial market. Suddenly the stage fills with well-dressed traders, grabbing the phones off the champagne … Continue reading Serious Money
As published in EDGE on June 30, 2013. Walking up a creaky, faded yellow staircase of a historic church, guests are handed maps and the quick instructions: "Head to the number of your station on the back. Mind 7 and 8, they are tricky to find." Map in hand, everyone scurries into a large, open … Continue reading Be the Death of Me
As published in EDGE on May 7, 2013. The actors, positioned on stage, look off into the distance as someone states "Numero uno." Suddenly the lights go out, there’s a sound of shattered glass, and a voice similar to the narrator in the horror films, "Saw" announces, "End of play." This is the start of … Continue reading Old-Fashioned Prostitutes (A True Romance)
As published in EDGE on May 2nd, 2013. "You are really beautiful, look at her," a slick Mark Nadler, in a Paisley purple silk vest, grey striped button-down, and pinstripe suit coos, taking a woman from the audience’s hand and pulling her from her seat. Commanding her to twirl, she does, unsure what to expect, … Continue reading I’m a Stranger Here Myself
As published in EDGE on April 22, 2013. The room lightens from shades of blue to show a hooded form to the left of the stage as "The Lion Sleeps Tonight" plays in the background. With sudden motion, a blonde-haired, blue-eyed O’Callaghan pops out of his hood and screams, "I’m being haunted! By my mother … Continue reading Who’s Your Daddy?
As published in EDGE on April 4, 2013. A bent-over Kathryn Hunter, dressed in tails and a bowler hat and swinging her arms like an ape, enters the stage. After assessing her surroundings, she reaches a white podium. Gripping the front edges of the podium with the tips of her fingers, she addresses the audience … Continue reading Kafka’s Monkey