I raced past the library and across the quad to the only historic building on the Potsdam State campus, the old Clock Tower, formally known…
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The sun was so bright through my windows as I tried to wake up. I was lying on my left side, curled up into a…
Leave a CommentThe following spring, I graduated from musical theater school and had commercial headshots taken in preparation for my move to L.A. later that summer. Although…
Leave a CommentDr. Rosenbaum’s practice was located in the converted home office of her three-bedroom apartment on Central Park West. A family member had recommended the psychoanalyst…
Leave a CommentMy private session with Lance to work on the song, “No One is Alone,” ended up going quite well. I had made sure to come…
Leave a CommentI walked into Lance’s office on Monday morning at 9am sharp. Lance was already there, sitting behind his desk and waiting for me. I couldn’t…
Leave a CommentBy the middle of my second semester, I found myself becoming more and more disenchanted with musical theater. I always loved to sing and act…
Leave a CommentNew York City. I had wanted to live there as far back as I could remember. On a sunny day in July of 1987, just…
Leave a CommentAs Debbie’s car approached my parents’ driveway, seeing my house at the end of it and knowing that my mother wouldn’t be there to greet…
2 CommentsOf course, the timing of these things is always the worst. Not that there is ever a good time to have your mother die, but it seemed like an…
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