Today is my three year anniversary. On March 5, 2017, I was awakened at the crack of dawn and taken to the operating room at Emory...

We had a talk back after the show on Sunday. This elderly gentleman raised his hand. He asked that if during the six weeks in 2017 when I...

“Can you make this less interesting?” This was the note Adam gave Lauren Duffie on Friday morning a few hours before we opened. We were...

I’m an Uncle. My nephew, Patrick, is about to turn a year and a half. Which is strange considering he was literally born yesterday. I...

I wouldn’t necessarily call my sister Anneclaire “New Age.” That being said, she’s definitely not NOT “New Age” either. From Zumba to...

Yesterday I wrote about a young woman I met at the end of my show on Saturday. About the impact our little five minute conversation had...

Encounters don’t have to be long to be life changing. When I do Stages, I like to go out to the lobby immediately following the...

“Has doing the show been good for you?” “What do you mean?” “Like has it been therapeutic?” This was a question posed to me by a reporter...

Reading the lovely and sympathetic responses to yesterday’s blog made one thing crystal clear: I am a member of Generation X. What I mean...

“You tend to downplay your symptoms,” my oncologist said as he wrote me a prescription for Oxycodone. “Like last summer when you were...