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When I’m ready to write, I am READY, y’all … my brain starts to light up with bolts of ideas, my pulse quickens a little, and before I can even put my fingers on the keys I’m babbling into the notes app on my phone (which makes me
Today marks my 19 year anniversary as a professional performing artist. I’ve been working as a resident ensemble member for a theater company since 2001, joining just two months after graduating college and only one day before an interview at Banana Republic. The open call audition was to be
This post comes to you from nearly 4 months of not working due to COVID-19. The company has been shuttered since St. Patrick’s Day, and today we just got word that one of our resident performers – one of our family – has tested positive for the disease. Noelle and I
by Noelle AndersonThis post comes to you from nearly 4 months of not working due to COVID-19. The company has been shuttered since St. Patrick’s Day, and today we just got word that one of our resident performers – one of our family – has tested positive for the disease. Noelle and I
by Noelle AndersonWhen I’m ready to write, I am READY, y’all … my brain starts to light up with bolts of ideas, my pulse quickens a little, and before I can even put my fingers on the keys I’m babbling into the notes app on my phone (which makes me
by Noelle AndersonToday marks my 19 year anniversary as a professional performing artist. I’ve been working as a resident ensemble member for a theater company since 2001, joining just two months after graduating college and only one day before an interview at Banana Republic. The open call audition was to be
by Brandon AndersonI told myself that I was going to post for 31 days, and I almost missed day 2. Yep, that sounds about right. But hey, I’m no quitter, man. If I’m losing at a game, i don’t just take my ball and go home. It’s not
by Brandon AndersonThere was always one rule that stood firm, a timeless directive that was followed by young and old alike: Quiet Time
by Brandon AndersonOne early June afternoon, I got a call from my big sister. She told me that she had something to tell me, her voice growing shakier with each word. She took a breath and told me that my father was dead. The memory of that day just drifted in last
by Brandon Anderson