Being a writer is a strange kind of grace. You sit down at a desk, or in your car, or on the edge of your bed at 2 a.m., and suddenly the rules of the world loosen. Time bends. People come back. Conversations that never happened begin to take shape. I’ve been writing a play about my estranged step-grandmother. About a conversation we never had. A conversation we couldn’t have, really—not with the way things unfolded, not with the silences that calcified over time, not with th

There are only THREE performances left of *You’re A Good Man, Charlie Brown* and… I can’t stand it 😭 (in the most Sally way possible). This show has stretched me in every way — physically, mentally, and emotionally. Getting to return to Sally Brown with more life under my belt has been such a gift, and wow, she really keeps me on my toes. Equal parts heart, chaos, and “listen here, world!!” I love this cast so much it’s not even funny (okay, it is — they’re hilarious). Truly

Some roles are just jobs. Others feel like they were written into your DNA. Returning to You’re A Good Man, Charlie Brown with JStage feels a little like coming home. I got to play this role in high school but am so thankful to revisit it with more experience. There are just some roles you feel born to play — and Sally Brown is one of mine. She’s dramatic, honest, stubborn, sweet, and occasionally ready to shout, “I can’t stand it!” Honestly? Same. This show is big-hearted,

Writing a play is like online dating: isolating, terrifying, and full of self-doubt. For weeks, I sat alone, typing The Ghosts of Situationships Past , turning my dating horror stories into a modern twist on A Christmas Carol —why men ghost, why we linger, and why it hurts so much. Then came the reading. Suddenly, my private world of ghosts and painfully specific online dating anecdotes was out there, in a room full of humans. Vulnerable doesn’t begin to cover it. The day bef