"Are you sure you're OK?"
She asked me twice just to be sure. I was OK. I am OK. Really. But Donna was observant to recognize that a little part of me had been broken that morning. A tiny little fantasy crushed by...
When I was younger I remember learning about faith at church. One teacher presented a challenge for the class. "How do you know New York City is real if you've never seen it?"
I'm here to tell you, I've seen New...
There are about eleventy-two copies of this email in my outbox.
Please consider me for your [fill in name of exciting-sounding job here] position. I believe I would an excellent fit for...
I'm not getting all giddy or anything yet. In fact it's probably way too early to even be talking about it. But I may or may not be applying for a job I'm pretty excited about in New York City.
I'll know more...
I sat in the passenger seat of the rented SUV with the windows down, snapping pictures as we came to the red light at the intersection of 45th and Broadway... Times Square. As we pulled to a stop, Last week, after I got back from New York, I was flooded with a rush of emotions. Some of which had everything to do with my trip and my personal regret about not having followed my dream to be the cliche struggling actor,... I've spent the last 24 hours, or so, scheming a way for me to live and work in New York City. If you had asked me when I was half the age I am now what I would be doing when I am the age I am now, I would have said,... In the summer of 1989 I took a two-week trip to Washington DC, Philadelphia, and New York City with a group of about 20 theater students. At fifteen, I was the oldest kid in the group but still not nearly old enough to...
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