Filmmaking
Lucky

Lucky

I am lucky because my son, Dane, was born with cerebral palsy, yet he is healthy and, without a doubt, the person I understand, and probably understands me, the most. I am lucky because my son Jett is on the autism spectrum, which likely had a hand in making him the most creative person I...
Because I Said So

Because I Said So

I ask a lot of everyone.  OK, I demand a lot of everyone.  It’s not because I demand that I’m always right (anymore), but because I swear, SWEAR, I simply want to drag the people I adore, some of who I haven’t even met yet, into my world of ‘Holy Crap!  This is awesome!’ even...
Never

Never

My husband never buys me flowers.  He doesn’t spend money on diamond rings and sparkly things.  Nope, no sports car, designer clothes or fancy hand bags either.  I seriously wouldn’t even know what was ‘upscale’ if he did.  OK, maybe if I had seen something on facebook about it a day or so earlier.  But...
Remember Me

Remember Me

How will my sons remember me?  Will they remember when I was at home, at their school, on stage, a certain role in a movie or maybe screaming like a crazed lunatic at someone that (I felt) might do them harm? I know how I remember my mom.  And no, she’s not gone.  She’s alive...
Much More... with Friends.

Much More… with Friends.

That’s me, pretending to know what I’m doing.  I didn’t.  I never wanted to get married, much less have kids, and then two kids… both with special needs, but there I was. Bottle in hand (theirs AND mine) I managed to pull it together, just enough, every single day to get through colic, cerebral palsy,...
Almost Naked

Almost Naked

So there I am, naked, well mostly.  The most naked I’ve ever been publicly for sure.  The palest, skinniest girl on the beach, with the 12 year old’s body, never had the guts to really let it all hang out.  Yet just a few days ago, a la Facebook, there I was, 40 years old,...
Eyes Wider

Eyes Wider

  It’s been too long… I haven’t written much lately, and I think, once again, I was scared.  I’ve been busying myself with a whole new crop of ‘what not’ and the nervous energy involved with that seemed to take precedence.  Truth is, I was ducking the inevitable… the truth! Truth is, I’m about to...
Drama!

Drama!

  They wanted to make me a whore – a whore!  Can you imagine???  I refused.  In hindsight, I probably should have watched ‘The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas’ before auditioning for it, but what sort of social teenager had time for that? Earlier in my theatric career I was cast as a rock –...
From Train Wreck to Train Ride - Jett's First Audition

From Train Wreck to Train Ride – Jett’s First Audition

He was a spinning, rocking, stacking, non-verbal, notoriously clever escape artist.  He refused to be in the company of strangers, fled when crowds appeared and reacted to change with uncontrollable fits of animalistic rage.  They certainly didn’t cover that in ‘What to Expect When You’re Expecting’! Never wanting children, I wasn’t one to dream of...
Who the Heck am I?

Who the Heck am I?

I asked my six-year-old son what he wanted to do with his life.  I asked him, because someone had just asked me.  And quite honestly, I didn’t know.  At 40, no one really asks me that question anymore – not seriously anyway.  This is middle age I suppose.   Aren’t we, by now, at the place...
Unnoticed No More

Unnoticed No More

I vividly remember the day my son Dane’s physical therapist pointed out that there was an elephant standing in the middle of our living room.  We had all been so busy concentrating on Dane’s cerebral palsy diagnosis that the adorable, curly blond headed boy, full of autistic tendencies, staring at the TV screen, spinning in...
It’s Never Too Late – How a Day on Set Set Me Free

It’s Never Too Late – How a Day on Set Set Me Free

I’ll admit it. I had given up on film, forever.  I was 37, had two toddlers with special needs, found myself living in the middle of Central Pennsylvania and handled mindless data entry for my husband’s family business.  My high haired, heavily made-up, mini-skirt wearing days were over.  I traded in auditions for doctor’s appointments...