Character & Integrity

On January 6th, 2021, my friend texted me: “Are you not seeing this?”

I wrote: “What?”

My friend: “The protesters charged the capital

They evacuated”

I texted: “What?!?!”

My friend: “Turn on the news”

Me: “Oh no!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Friend: “Senate evacuated”

I wrote: “What ???!??”

Friend wrote: “Look at the news

They’re using teargas in the capital”

I wrote: “No! Shit!!!!!!”

My friend: “Guns drawn inside capital apparently

I replied: “Where was the national guard. This is so disgusting.

It was a horrifying day on January 6, 2021. We watched in horror as our country came precariously close to losing our Democracy. The D.C. National Guard was finally allowed to help the Capital police defend the Capitol after the Capital police were violently attacked with metal rods, baseball bats, pipes, flag poles, tasers, bear spray. One Capital policeman was tased by rioters multiple times, which triggered a heart attack and another Officer’s mask was ripped off of him as he was crushed in a doorway by a Trump supporter with blood dripping from the Officer. 73 Capitol police were injured and 65 Metropolitan police were injured during the January 6th insurrection. Representative Mike Gallagher, a Republican, pleaded with Trump in a tweet, that afternoon: “We are witnessing absolute banana republic crap in the United States Capitol right now. @realdonaldtrump , you need to call this off. You are the only person that can call this off.” After the invasion and occupation of our country’s Capital, after at least one person was shot and killed and Congress was evacuated, finally, at 3:40 pm, the National Guard was finally allowed to help. It turns out 5 people died, including one Capitol police offer, after Trump summoned and unleashed his mob on the Capitol. Former Attorney General William said that Trump’s behavior was a ‘betrayal of his office,’ and ‘orchestrating a mob to pressure Congress is inexcusable.’

We heard reports that Trump’s aids and his daughter were trying to get him to do something and he wouldn’t because he reportedly was still angry with Vice President Mike Pence for not overturning the election results. Meanwhile, Pence’s life was being threatened by Trump Supporters who were hunting Pence down in the Capitol, screaming, “Hang Mike Pence, Hang Mike Pence, Traitor, Traitor, Traitor!” while he watched it all unfold on television. Representative Adam Kinzinger, a Republican said about Trump, ‘The president is unfit. And the president is unwell.’

Today, some Republicans were laughing at Trump’s Impeachment Trial, even though a little over a month ago, they were hiding under their desks as Trump supporters attempted a coup, desecrating the Capitol and hunting for the heads of Pence and Pelosi. ‘I once said the party of Lincoln and Reagan is off taking a nap. The nap has become a nightmare for our nation. The GOP mus awaken.’ Former House Speaker John Boehner said about Trump’s lies and incitement.

Trump knew his own Vice President was in danger as well as Capitol Police, members & staff of Congress but didn’t lift a finger to tweet his followers in order to stop them. Instead he praised them after they took over the Capitol: “It’s time to go home now.” “We love you; you are special.” Why wasn’t he removed from office for inciting a riot? And why did members of the Republican Party in the Senate insist that they wait until February to hold his Impeachment trial and then claim in February, well, we can’t possibly impeach him since he’s no longer in office. Who in the Senate puts principles over politics? McCarthy initially said that Trump bears responsibility for the mob attack but now McCarthy apparently changed his mind. On January 6th, Lindsey Graham said, “Count me out. Enough is enough.” Then he was bullied by Trump Supporters and seemed to change his mind again. McConnell said that the mob was ‘fed lies’ and that the mob was ‘provoked by the president (Trump) and other powerful people.’ We don’t know if McConnell will stand by his statement today. Lisa Murkowski said, ‘I want him to resign. I want him out. He has caused enough damage.’ At least we believe Murkowski will back up her statement with a vote to impeach #45. But how many Senators have the strength of character to vote their conscience? Where are character and integrity in the GOP Senate? Are they gone with the looters?

Speaking of Character and Integrity, a friend of mine asked me to please write a letter to her son who is going on a Spiritual Retreat with his Senior class and the school would like letters of encouragement to pass out to the students to read as a surprise. The retreat is a time of reflection and spiritual growth. I was asked to share any words of wisdom as my friend’s son heads into his future. Then later in a text, my friend, told me to “just write a letter sharing with [her son] any encouragement I have to share with him-any experience, strength and hope about overcoming and trusting God- that would be amazing!” Such a difficult task. In an attempt to encourage my friend’s son and to prioritize Character and Integrity, in a world where they seem to be a rare commodity, I wrote to my friend’s son:

“Sending you peace and blessings on your senior year!!!!! Your mom asked me to write a letter about my journey sharing with you any experience, strength and hope.

‘I did not come for the healthy but for those who need a doctor’- Jesus

I rely heavily on the slogan, ‘Progress not Perfection.’ As a high school graduate, I had high hopes and high expectations for myself. My mom raised me as a single mom so if I wanted to go to college, I had to qualify for as many scholarships as possible, as well as grants, financial assistance, a student loan, and work study. I was in an intense conservatory program. I remember having my first class as a freshman at 8 am and was busy in rehearsal or the practice room until the conservatory building was closed. Sometimes, I was up doing a paper until all hours. I wish I knew back then about God’s unfailing love/ mercy & grace and the importance of self-nurturing/ self-care/ self-love & self-forgiveness. I worked very hard while scorning and remaining resentful of others who did not have a strong work ethic. Since then, I have come to learn that while some people have the character defect of sloth and laziness, others have the character defect of perfectionism which can manifest as workaholism. Neither extreme is good. Anything out of balance is not God’s will or God’s best. So I must say to an up and coming freshman: study hard, work hard, train hard but love God hard, love yourself hard, love others hard. Keep it simple. Keep it balanced. Be gentle with yourself. There’s grace. Reserve a quiet time for you and God everyday and reserve time for you everyday. I had come to learn in my twenties that I can’t be everything to everyone all the time. Learning to say no became a valuable tool. Learning to say no, allowed space for God to bring better blessings and opportunities.

As a college student, I got a lot of my worth and identity in achievement which led to medicating with compulsive behaviors and addiction. I wished I knew how to make God a priority. Instead, because I didn’t know any other way, I was extremely driven and would not stop working, struggling and striving.

Medicating with compulsive behaviors and addiction takes up time. Filling the God-gap with time with God, instead of unhealthy workaholism and addiction would have been so much better and I believe that I might have ultimately gone further faster, with God in the driver’s seat instead of relying on my own understanding. What I wish I had prioritized in college years and in my twenties was God first, then Self-love/ Self-care/ Self-forgiveness; then People; and then Career. Unfortunately, I put career first a lot of the time and this is a dire mistake.

Looking back, I didn’t have family in recovery mentoring me. I grew up in a family of origin with alcoholism and codependency and I had no tools except survival traits which I learned, like a strong work ethic. That’s what I knew. You know so much more than I did at your age but here’s the rub: Scripture says it best: ‘Your Strength is for service not for status.’

What I would say is after you have spent time with God, given yourself plenty of self-nurturing and self-forgiveness, then consider that ‘your strength is for service not for status.’

When I have gotten stuck or in my head, my spiritual and career mentor has reminded me: ‘you are there to be of service. How can you be of service? It’s not about you. It’s about being of service.’ She said recently, ‘ask God to fill you with His Holy Spirit and then ask how can I be of service?’ The key is how can I give service with love but not neglect my own relationship with God and my own recovery. You see, so many people take the little they know and then become other-centered. Many people prefer to ‘focus on others to avoid looking at [their] own behavior and fear.’ Many people preach, teach, fix, and advise while exercising flagrant compulsive behaviors and addictions in secret. They hurt as many people or more people than they help. This is hypocrisy and the opposite of integrity. Of course, if we have high moral standards, most of us are hypocrites in some way. But please keep in mind that a judgmental, one-up-one-down attitude is the opposite of walking in emotional and spiritual health. Jesus tells us to take the log out of our own eye first. You and I need to be physically fit to run our race as well as emotionally and spiritually fit. The only way out of performance-oriented Christianity is through spiritual and emotional health. How do I get there? Looking at my own hurts, habits and hang-ups instead of focusing on others. By bringing my feelings to the light to God and other like-minded people. Confessing to God and at least one other person the exact nature of wrongs. I heard it said another way: walking in honesty, open-mindedness and willingness. Talking, trusting and feeling instead of controlling, isolating and fuming. Humility. I’ve heard it said that without ‘humility and honesty, nothing new happens.’

There will be some in your peer group that might go far in their chosen profession based on their talent and skill but not so much on their character and integrity.

One of the most influential writers said it best: ‘Nobody can cause more grief than a power driven guy who thinks he has got it straight from God. These people cause the world more trouble than the harlots and drunkards. I have had spells of that very thing. And so I ought to know.’

But at some point, everyone must wrestle with their emotional & spiritual fitness, character and integrity. Whether in 10-15 years or 10-15 minutes, everyone at some point will have to grapple with self-inquiry and eternity. So why not now?

Unfortunately, denial can keep us imprisoned repeating the same patterns with different people but expecting different results. It is my job in my journey to recognize my own denial and address it with gentleness one day at a time.

When I was in college, I thought I knew a lot. I could have benefited from an open mind and open heart. Another one of my favorite writers said, ‘as long as we’re too comfortable, too opinionated, too sure we have the whole truth, we’re just rock and thorns. Anybody throwing us seed is just wasting time’ and ‘we must never presume that we see. We must always be ready to see anew.’

I will be 16 years sober this month. I love repeating the saying, ‘I’m not where I need to be but I’m not where I used to be either,’ because that’s definitely true for me. As long as someone is breathing on this planet, everyone is a work in progress. I hope you’ll relax, be gentle with yourself, just do the next indicated step and enjoy you on your journey because everywhere you go, there you are.

I see you as a leader, with a beautiful & bright future. And I pray you lead yourself and others with gentleness, humility, humor, love and respect.

‘God,

When I look let me truly see.

When I listen let me truly hear.””””””””””””

“Bubble.”

Global Pandemic. Lightning Storms, Fires, Smoke, Unhealthy Air Quality then an Earthquake. Repeat.

On Friday September 18th, Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg passed away; Los Angeles experienced another earthquake and my family in the Midwest found out they had Covid. Their neighbor said he was never going to wear a mask.

As a country, today there are now 200,000 American deaths across the US. California has had 778,400 confirmed cases and 14,987 deaths. In LA county, there are 1343 new cases.

My birthday happened during the pandemic. Most people forgot. My mother-in-law who resides in a county where covid cases have not yet surged, said to me, “Sorry I missed your birthday. How are you feeling that I forgot to call you on your birthday?”

I was quiet. I didn’t know how to respond.

“Well, what are you two going to do tonight to celebrate? Aren’t you going to go out and celebrate? Why don’t you go dancing?”

I was bewildered and asked, “Are you proposing that I go to the bars and clubs tonight?”

“Yes, wouldn’t that be nice?” she urged me.

“I think all the bars and clubs are closed,” I couldn’t believe I was having this conversation. The last I checked, I reside in the middle of a city that has more widespread surging cases every day than most states, where the virus greedily spreads indoors especially in bars and night clubs and yet, I was feeling heckled by this family member for not partying like a rock star, gathering shoulder to shoulder with hundreds of others in indoor venues in the middle of a global pandemic??

My weekly phone calls with various family & friends across the country can be shocking at times.

But with very close family in the Midwest, towards the beginning of the pandemic, I was concerned but felt hopeful for their safety.

“We are all really careful. Cassie is freaked out about the whole covid thing. Donna is freaked out about the whole covid thing. Dana looks at the CDC website. Dana has had to take the covid test three times getting her mom help,” my mother assured me.

But as the summer went on, my mother and her husband grew tired of covid, they would have one weekend after another full of social outings planned. “He can’t stand to stay home.”

“I know it’s hard and no one really likes to stay at home,” I was trying to be careful, “but it’s probably not a great idea to travel or to be out and about, hanging out in close proximity with your friends, right?” I was trying to nudge her respectfully.

“I know, but this isn’t L.A. We never really had cases here. There were a few but it’s mainly in the big city. It missed us,” my mother was trying to get me not to worry.

“Yeah but we live in a highly mobile society, right? So, it’s not a matter of if the virus will arrive, it’s when. I know you’re tired of covid. Everyone is tired of covid. It’s easy to get complacent but that seems to be the pattern: complacency, letting our guards down, and then before ya know it, the virus is widespread,” I was sort of pleading.

“Don’t worry about us. We have our bubble. We are very careful. We’ll be fine,” my mother tried to reassure me.

Yesterday, I missed a phone call from my mother. She never calls on a Sunday. “Well, Phil tested positive for Covid Friday and I think I have it too. Well I don’t think I have it, I know I have it.”

I just wish we would all be on the same page from #45 to scientists from state to state from city to city and from town to town.

Solidarity against Brutality

Today they buried George Perry Floyd Jr.

George Floyd was choked to death by a Minneapolis police officer. I felt horror and sadness when I saw the picture of the police officer with his knee on the back of George Floyd’s neck for 8 minutes and 46 seconds. George begged. He pleaded. “I can’t breathe.” The policeman would not stop. George died.

20,000 people in Los Angeles marched this past weekend. People all over the country are in solidarity against the systemic racial injustice of the last four hundred years. We are awake. We see. We know. Black Lives Matter.

He drove down the street

Diversion and light-heartedness

They stopped for awhile

Some coffee, A smile

They loved to be with him

He’s such a good person

She needed a favor

He stopped for his neighbor

As protests spread across the United States, Trump & Barr had peaceful protesters cleared from Lafayette Square, the area surrounding St. John’s Episcopal church, with rubber bullets and tear gas, so that Trump could have his picture taken in front of the historic church. Two weeks after George Floyd’s death, people are still marching against brutality–police brutality & presidential brutality.

Rally, they call a Crime Scene

Humvee Military

History Repeating

Raise your Fist

We need Justice

Rally, they call a Crime Scene

Humvee Military

Solidarity ‘gainst Brutality

Raise your Fist; We need Justice

Rally, they call a Crime Scene

Democracy, Equality

“No Justice, No Peace, No Racist Police”

It’s been a difficult two weeks. Confusion, crying, mourning, grieving.

Meanwhile, the the global pandemic has claimed the lives of over 110,00 Americans, with almost 2 million coronavirus cases in the US. As more states reopened prematurely, 22 states have experienced an increase in coronavirus cases. And in California, we have not seen the end of the first wave and with the reopening of the economy, Barbara Ferrer, Los Angeles County public health director is concerned.

Now, since so many are out in the street in the midst of a global pandemic, there is fear that there will be a super surge of corona virus cases and deaths. I hope our country can unite and rally against two enemies: racial injustice and covid-19.

Safety Town

“Walk! Don’t run!”

“Wait your turn!”

“Don’t pee in the pool!”

Two of my closest family members were lifeguards. When I was a kid, I didn’t mind at all when they shouted rules to all us kids.

I didn’t want someone to run and knock someone over.

I didn’t want someone to jump off the diving board before someone else cleared the deep end.

I didn’t want someone peeing in the pool.

I grew up valuing my personal freedom. I didn’t like to be bothered if I wasn’t hurting anyone. I tended to prefer that people mind their own business so they wouldn’t be minding mine, as an old song states.

At the same time, I didn’t mind rules to keep a safe and orderly environment. My mom signed me up for Safety Town where the school taught safety common sense to pre-schoolers. “Stop, Look and Listen.” You shall not run into oncoming traffic.

This week, more than half of states in the US are making moves to reopen while confirmed covid-19 deaths pass 62,000 and confirmed coronavirus cases in the US are at 1,069,637. One state opened up hair and nail salons and tattoo parlors. How do you keep social distancing while getting a manicure, getting hair done or getting a tattoo? You can’t. That state was one of the last states to close down and one of the first states to open back up. That state is one of the worse states in testing numbers, 40th in the nation for testing.

When I was 8 years old, a close family friend had a saying when I was doing something that lacked common sense-he would say to me: “there’s going to be a quiz and I think you’re going to flunk it.” And yet Governors are opening back up during a global pandemic where confirmed covid-19 cases are increasing everyday without a treatment and without a cure.

I usually am all about personal freedom. Don’t bother me and I won’t bother you. Personal Freedom…except when someone might get hurt, then Courtesy and Decency trumps Personal Freedom. Personal Freedom…except when people’s health and lives are at stake, then, Health and Safety trumps Personal Freedom.

Today, I savored a talk on the phone with an old friend. And a delectable bowl of cobbler. Keeping an attitude of gratitude is key, especially during this time. I try to practice sober awareness + faith, instead of utter panic or utter denial. One day at a time. One moment at a time. Meanwhile, there are 23,182 Covid-19 cases in Los Angeles County and unfortunately, 1111 fatalities.

Over a Million

I’m still under stay-at-home orders in California and today, the US has now surpassed 1 Million Coronavirus cases with 58,303 reported deaths from Coronavirus.

Concerned about a friend of mine who is on the front lines of this pandemic who tested positive for Covid-19. Concerned about yet another friend of mine who is in a prison where the 7th inmate passed away from Coronavirus and I don’t know if my friend is among them. Praying.

Concerned about being forced back to work amid this pandemic and having to choose between jeopardizing my health/ risking my life or losing my job.

Medical experts say we are in the mess we are in in the US, because we didn’t test in January and February. Our country was not adequately prepared even though we were warned.

Still hustling. Feel like I’m still working all the time. Open virtual calls. Virtual auditions. Virtual rehearsals. Virtual play readings. Seems like there is always a new audition, new deadline. Doing what I can stay in gratitude during this time. Living moment by moment. Relishing the little things right now: when I get a chance to be outside or play music.

A friend from Burbank said he brought food to a friend who was feeling ill and experiencing shortness of breath. The lights were on. No one answered the door. My friend called the police. My friend’s friend passed away suddenly.

So far in Los Angeles County, there are 20, 976 confirmed coronavirus cases and 1000 reported deaths.

Papa Wasn’t A Talker

“Papa wasn’t a talker,” my aunt reassured me about my grandfather. I didn’t get to really talk with him in the couple weeks leading up to his passing from prostate cancer.

He told me very little but what he did say after I moved to Hollywood to pursue my acting career was “why don’t you just come back home.”

I am not sure that he liked that I was all alone in Los Angeles with little money and no apparent success.

The phone rang. “Get ur plane ticket. It’s time,” my mother sounded harsh and tough in the speaker phone.

I looked at my phone, still groggy and half asleep.

“She’s still asleep,” my mother called to my step-father.

“Why didn’t you call me?” I demanded. I told her to call me as soon as she heard anything from my step-grandmother. There is an unspoken chain of command in my family and I’m usually the last to know.
“I found out at 3:00 am and there was no need to wake you up. I’m calling you now,” my mother answered.

I was silent. I knew she was hurting deeply, too. He was her father. She cooked & cleaned for him; helped & served him for years. She loved him and tried hard to make him happy. And then one day, she just gave up.
“Are you alright?” my mother asked, expecting me to be weeping out of control.
“Yeah.”
I got up, peed, brushed my teeth, brushed my hair, pulled some cargo pants on, grabbed my keys, my phone, two bags and got out the front door.


I saw something move on my neighbor’s patio. I longed to see life. Anything innocent of immediately sizing me up, bullying, correcting me at such a sacred time.


I longed to honor my grandfather by celebrating life so I went to pick oranges for orange juice.


I felt empowered. I felt better.


I think I cried a little but I was picking oranges, on a mission. I had a task.
I replayed a Willie Nelson song a little bit in my head as I started walking.


I’m sad. Sad. The only father figure that was consistent in my life was gone. I loved him so much. I went back to see him every chance I could. I tried to prioritize people, family, over career. I gave up auditions, callbacks to go see him but I wasn’t there at the very end like I Longed to be.

I regretted not being there enough.

He asked me to stay longer on our last day together but I couldn’t.

It was winter in the Midwest & my mother needed to go and feed the mules before it got dark. Leaving him that cold day was so hard. He wanted me to stay. Said that the freezer was full of my favorite ice-cream. I checked and it was. My mother was like, “Now! We have to go.” I left him in the garage. That was the last time I saw him alive. It broke my heart.

“Don’t feel bad about it, he loved you and he was proud of you,” my aunt reassured me.

These Boots are Made for Walkin’

“So how long has it been since you had your color done,” my new hair stylist asked me as she looked me over with her glasses on her nose.

“Oh, I dunno, is it that bad?” I wasn’t too embarrassed cause I didn’t have the money to come to the salon every 3-4 weeks like my step-grandmother.

“So what are we doing today?” she was keeping us on track.

“Well, I gotta sorta match this.” I plopped down my headshot.

“Okay, so what color do you think this is?” she asked me so very carefully.

I laughed. “I feel like I’m in first grade and you’re testing to see if I’ve learned my colors yet.”

“Well, we all have different names for things,” she sounded like my therapist, if I had the money for a therapist.

“Oh no,” I moaned.

“What’s wrong,” she asked.

“I just remembered I am on hold for a film…they haven’t gotten back to me yet and they kind of expect me to show up on set the way I looked when I auditioned.” I was suddenly nervous.

“Well then, why are you here,” she asked.

“Because I don’t want to show up on set with a bunch of gray hairs,” I was thinking out loud.

“You don’t have that many gray hairs,” she responded.

So we decided on a plan. She mixed up the formula and put it on my head and I could finally eat my lunch that I brought. After I ate, she said, “you get a hand massage.”

“I do?” I beamed, this was the best news I had heard all day. “How come?”

“As part of your service. You also get a make-up touch up too.” (I never got a make-up touch up.)

“Oh wow! That makes me want to come back here again.,” I stuck out my hand.

“But first, I’m gonna clean the dye off your face,” she rolled her stool up to me.

“Oh good, thank you.”

When she was using the hand creme, I asked, “Do you have a dog,” not because I thought she had a dog or she seemed like a dog person but because I wanted to talk about what was on my mind.

“No, she seemed surprised, “why?” she asked.
“Well, I like dogs and they typically like me, but I’ve had a really rough season lately, and I don’t know if I’m like, radiating, like, fear and nervous energy or something but this past week, twice in one hour on one day, two dogs barked ferociously at me. I wonder if I was emitting some kind of fear and nervous energy that these dogs detected…”

“Probably,” she quipped as she massaged my left hand with the salon’s branded hand creme.

“So then I saw one of the dogs and his owner again,” I was finishing up my story as she was finishing up my left hand, “and I tried to engage with the dog again and he gave me a sideways look and then started barking at me again. His owner said, ‘well this is Roger and we have to go poop.'”

“And I’m sure they did,” she quipped and started working on my right hand.

I was sleeping somewhat in her chair. She was finishing up pulling the color through my hair and she said, “I was wondering what you were thinking.”

So I told her what I was thinking, “I was thinking how I might need to take a nap in my car after this before I head back home-I don’t live that far away- but I’m so tired and have a headache so I was thinking about taking a nap in my car when I finish in here. But I thought, you know, they are cracking down on that sort of thing now, so I thought what if a policeman taps on my window and is like-“

“Ma’am, you can’t sleep here,” she interjected.

“Yeah, and I’d emerge from my reclined sleeping position with a head of Aveda hair and he’d be like, ‘ya know what, it’s okay, you’re fine,’ because you know I have Aveda hair and it’s all okay…But no, like, I hear they are really cracking down on people sleeping in their cars,” I said.

“But not like for 10 or 20 minutes, not like people like you; they are cracking down on people who are sleeping in their RV’s, like, all year round. That’s much different ” she was trying to reason with me.

“Yeah, like, my neighbors are writing this email thread cause we have a lady sleeping in her SUV on our tree-lined street and one of my neighbors is asking all of us in the email thread, ‘What do you think of that?’ And I’m like ‘Well, Live and Let Live and I’m sure it will be okay.’ But I don’t think that will go over very well, I told her, So I didn’t say that. Nor did I say to my neighbor in the email thread, ‘maybe you could mind your own business. How nice that you have never been down on your luck.’ But I didn’t say that to my neighbor either, cause I didn’t think it would go over very well.” I finished.

She was sort of stirred up, “Yeah, but except these people sometimes, not always, but a lot of times, it’s sad, but they bring mental illness and crime and do you really want that on your street because that person may tell other people your street is a good place and before ya know it…and I don’t know about you but I don’t want to walk out of my place and step right in some human excrement.” she was on a roll.

“I know,” I said, “my mother, who lives in the Midwest asked me one day when I went to visit her, ‘do you ever wear sandals-nice little sandals like me and all my friends-don’t you want to wear sandals’ my mom asked me, ‘No mom,’ I told her, ‘for you it’s just a trip to Walmart and back but for me, I don’t know where I’ll be or what I’ll see walking my streets so it’s Boots in the Spring- Boots in the Summer for me,” I said eyeing my hair stylist’s black combat boots that laced up to her knees.

“Exactly,” she was serious, “Boots in the Spring; Boots in the Summer for me too.”

I nodded as I eyed the pretty Asian hair stylist in the station next to us in her pretty flowered combat boots, and then peered over to her male Hollywood writer client next to us in his flip flops.

“Well, am I doing your hair cut, too?” my stylist asked me.

“Well how much are you?” I asked.

“$70, I’m a master stylist. I’ve been doing this for thirty four years.” she said.

“Oh no, I can’t afford that. I can’t even afford $55 but I heard that is the lowest.”

“Yeah, Allie, sweetie, you’ll be cutting her hair. It’s a cash flow issue.” she shouted over to Allie.


That’s All I Ask

 

Never accept an offer until I’ve read the fucking script

and we are all agreed on shoot dates.

I overextended myself. I was Exhausted and Shouldn’t have said Yes.

But I wasn’t told the shoot dates until the first meeting – too late.

 

Take Charge of your own Career.

 

Be upbeat, positive, and a joy to be around. And I was, for the most part…

 

But stay away from situations that are Not Paid and unorganized and hot and uncomfortable conditions

with a Director-By-Committee, with more than 1 Director.

 

I want to be SAG.

I will be SAG.

How do I get to be SAG?

 

I need to be SAG-AFTRA. Period. I need to surround myself with a Decent work environment. That Pays and Protects the Actor.

I need to be Paid for my work. It’s fucking time.

These people didn’t even have a title- a name for their production company.

 

I just need to be paid for my work. It’s so simple. And work in an environment where I’m not making the props.

Where the director doesn’t go home and the writer takes over.

Where the director doesn’t show up late and throw the schedule back 3 hours.

 

That’s all I ask.

 

 

 

Birds of a Feather Flock Together

 

I need to start making thousands of dollars because I have thousands of dollars I have to pay. I don’t want to work for $13/hour. I told that promo modeling agent that that was too low and not to put me down as any other Back-ups. I mean $13/ hour? For a 3 hour shift? That’s Ridiculous. No, I am not going to take a crappy apartment and I am not going to take a crappy job.

 

I’m probably gonna have to take a crappy job.

 

I need to make money, post haste. I need to make a lot of money in a short period of time.

I don’t want to depend on another man again. But I need money and time to make all these dreams a reality.

I’ve got to make this happen now that he’s finally gone. What a nightmare. Why did he choose to be so vicious? Why did he choose to be so mean? Even if I am the most annoying person on the planet, why would he need to react that way. Why? It didn’t have to be that way. It didn’t need to be that way.

And now that the Asshole is Gone, I don’t have to do Anything I don’t want to do.

I was driving to and from the airport today and whatever happens-I just got this sense that this is where I am meant to be – that I knew I’d be here-It was always necessary and a Destination.

I met a girl last night who had the same Stupid Determination that I do. I don’t want to associate with that girl from last night. But I don’t want to be a snob, either. I need female friends so why did I react to her the way I did. Because she’s stupid. Because she’s clueless and out of touch- and I see that in myself and I don’t want to reinforce those aspects in me.

In so many ways, I’m the same. I don’t have an apartment or a job.

I don’t want to be around jealous and desperate people but I should just get used to it, I guess. I hate talking about myself with people like that. They don’t deserve to know. The don’t. They don’t deserve to know.  And they Question and Pry to know.

And I just don’t want to tell them-I need to be Nicer-What pisses me off is that stupid, clueless people Today can be your Casting Director or Famous Friend-of-a-Friend or something, Tomorrow.

So you have to be nice to all the Stupid-People-with-Annoying-Voices-and-Incessant-Clueless-Chatter, anyway. They are at least SAG. I mean, I’m not even SAG and I don’t have an apartment so who am I? You have to change your attitude. What will solve it all real quick is getting with your people-the people on your level-then you won’t feel so out of place and annoyed. Be Nice.

The thing about Jason is that although he’s taking the pressure off himself-I think he’s Really taking the pressure off himself. Really.

And I agree with that Philosophy to a point but I think he’s taken it to a New Relaxed Level.

When all is said and done, though, I should go out with them tonight. I need to be Nice and make Nice and Surround myself with people and situations I can learn from and at this point that is Everybody and Everything. Hanging with people in this town puts you in touch and keeps you connected and that’s everything here. Even though it makes me tired and cranky.

I need to Stop being Jealous if someone looks and acts younger than me.

I am on my own path.

That jealousy makes me an icky person. Maybe I shouldn’t hang out with girls that are younger than me cause it makes me unhappy. I think: “Wow, I’ve passed that point of cluelessness, haven’t I? Well then why I am I here on this movie set being an extra with her? Why don’t I have my SAG card yet? Why don’t I have an apartment?”

I need to not compare myself at all-

 

 

What do they say?

“Don’t Compare Your Insides to Someone Else’s Outsides”

“Compare and Despair”

 

 

 

“Did You Just Get Here?”

 

I didn’t like my behavior yesterday at Samuel French.

I hate the negative association around being an actor.

Being an actor looking for an agent.

Being a new woman actress:

“Did you just get here,” the Samuel French employee asked me.

 

I hate feeling like I’m New and Don’t Know Anything.

Cause I am New and Don’t Know Anything.

 

And when I was in Chicago; I felt like I knew a lot. And I wasn’t the New Kid. Many, many people knew me and many people respected me- or just knew that I worked.

Now, I am put in the same category with every other New Actor and I am not. I was trained and worked in Chicago. And I hate myself because I should’ve just shut up. Shut up. I will just Shut Up when I’m Insecure.

 

“Before you speak ask yourself if what you are going to say is true, is kind, is necessary, is helpful. If the answer is no, maybe what you are about to say should be left unsaid.” -Bernard Meltzer