The Birth of a New Apartment

New Year: Big changes. My room mates are moving today. It’s a pretty strange experience for me. My room is pretty much unchanged, and then the minute I step out my door the apartment looks nothing like it did a few weeks ago.  I’m at the birth of a new era, and am currently experiencing […] more…

Bye 2012

Dear 2012, A great year was had. In truth, I wouldn’t change anything I’ve done. No regrets. I feel really happy about that. I feel like, in my life, if I were to sum up this part I’m living right now; I’d be in the middle of the “build up” chapters where the reader gets […] more…

First Love

We were watching “Team American: World Police” on my tiny college mattress. My room mate, Linda, was out for the night so we had the whole 12×12 room to ourselves. To say my mattress was about the width of a desk chair would be an over-statement. The glorified “cot” was extra long and extra lean, […] more…

Writing Like a Pro

I remember my Mom telling me at a young age that she thought I would wind up writing someday, and I never wanted to believe her. Instead, I would correct her: “No, I’m an actress, Ma.” Despite myself, I always kept a journal. I always recorded my thoughts. Even when the badly misspelled, dyslexic words […] more…

Moving

I yakked into the toilet, feeling comical. I haven’t puked since my return from Thailand, I thought as another wave hit me. It was just after everyone in the house had fallen asleep, right after I wrote my christmas post. I felt like my body must have decided to purge itself from all the food, talk, […] more…

Christmas Day 2012

Christmas can change based on: religious affiliations, childhood memories and traditions; financial status, and family relationships. I know people who get very depressed around the holidays, and then people who feel the best they’ve felt all year. Regardless of happy or sad: I think the meaning of this holiday is one for reflecting on how […] more…

Witnessing Santa

I remember sneaking into the living room to watch the fire escape on Christmas Eve. Growing up in New York City meant that the tradition of Santa coming down a chimney didn’t exist for us, instead my parents told me he climbed into our living room through the fire escape: “kinda like a burglar, but […] more…

Apocalypse

My apocalypse has nothing to do with earthquakes or asteroids or nuclear death. Instead: I imagined that the end of the world would be a crushing wave of zombies that corrodes and destroys all that I hold near and dear. Now that I’ve plowed through the entire comic series of “The Walking Dead” and have […] more…

Call The Crap Out

My coach looked at me as he gave me his notes from a scene I had just done. “I know you, Natalie, when you don’t know what to do in a scene I can see it on your face. Call him out on his choice if you don’t know what he’s doing. Don’t be afraid […] more…

Not Yet

The wind blew cold in my face as I let my head fall back onto my shoulders and looked up at the trees. The walk back from the subway to my apartment is always a reflective walk for me. It takes approximately 6 minutes to walk from the trestle to my apartment door, the stroll […] more…

Kismet: Part 2

I had a conversation with a friend a little while ago about the difference in the sexes and how they quantify the passing of time. A woman, in my opinion, can agonize and feel like a year will pass in five minutes. A Man? (although I am not one, so I can’t say for certain) […] more…

Sandy Hook

It’s hard to fathom the amount of hurt a human must feel to make them decide that the way to deal with the darkness is to kill others. In a discussion with my family earlier this evening about our thoughts on the Sandy Hook Elementary shooting, a very empathetic comment was made by my step-dad: […] more…