Got some weird news yesterday. Not bad. Just weird. According to the one and only Dylan Wright, my college vacation home is being sold today. And the one and only Dylan Wright would have no reason to lie to me because my college vacation home happens to be his childhood home and that would be a weird thing to make up shit about. Now please don’t read those words, “my college vacation house” and judge the type of college experience I had. We weren’t rich assholes or anything l

Big things and small things. Small things and big things. I tasked my Advanced Theatre class with writing about their summer. I thought they would it would be this dramatic assignment with Covid-19 and the Pandemic front and center, but it kind of wasn’t. They were mainly focused on their lives. Learning to drive. Seeing friends when they could. I don’t like asking people to do something I’m not willing to do myself, so I am joining them on their daily assignment. This summe

As readers of this little blog know, this summer I have been spending much time at Mom and Dad’s house. Out of love and necessity. Love, because, well, I’m lucky enough to have parents I love. Despite differing political and social views, we manage to keep our relationship first and foremost. Which is incredible, because during this difficult time in my life, I need both of them. Not only for love and emotional support, but also because I am limited in the amount of time I ca

Remember that show The Americans? It was so good. Keri Russell was smoking hot, and emotionally distant and just heartbreaking in her dedication to the cause in spite of the life she created. The male lead, Matthew Rhys, brilliant. The sacrifices he made out of love for this emotionally distant woman he had spent his life building. It was 2018 when I became obsessed with it. I was doing Every Brilliant Thing down at ASF. I was just starting out being a vegan. I was running fi

I think Jaimie and I bought a house yesterday. No, we bought one. We've got emails to prove it. Or we tried to buy a house. I guess we can safely say that. We tried. All I know is that there’s a house in northern Taylors that is listed on Zillow, and that now has a pending sign beside it. That pending sign was not there yesterday. When Jaimie got a Zillow notification last evening saying that this house, she was pending she was beyond excited. She was like—that was us! We pen

“You go in. Magic beams come out.” __________ So sorry I haven’t blogged. That’s not cool of me. I know some of you look forward to what I write on a semi-daily basis, but between the beach and new medical situations and school going back and that whole mess, I just think I needed some time off from writing. And I know that lots of you try and read between the lines of what I write to suss out how I’m actually doing, I know this because some of you email me telling me you're

There had to have been a time. And a why. And a place for that matter. Some reason, some event that took the golf carts off of the course and put them literally everywhere in God’s known universe. Even though I do live in South Carolina. That could be a factor. Do I happen to live in the golf cart capital of the world? The Palmetto State and Florida? Do I have any friends or readers in Oregon that want to comment on the golf cart situation out west? Are protesters in Portland

Beach Blogs Volume 1 Back in the spring of 2009, I was in Charleston doing stand up for Piccolo Spoleto. It was the third or fourth and ultimately final installment of Skinny White Comics, the show that started my run of shows at Piccolo. It was truly a great chapter of my life, and has without a doubt made my career what it has become today. Whatever that might be. Piccolo Spoleto opens the same time each and every non-Covid infected year—noon on the Friday before Memorial D