This picture is from about a year ago, when I was Anita in West Side Story. When I first saw it and every time I looked at it afterward, all I could see was that my leg wasn’t as high as the girl upstage of me.
When I was about 13, I was smack in the middle of one of the hardest times of my life. Aside from the usual things that go along with that awkward, turbulent age, I was constantly bullied, I was scared to go to school, and I just generally didn’t fit in the small, conservative Texas town where I was raised. Continue reading “The Ripple Effect”
I imagine you must be feeling a little nervous after having been released from jail today. And with good reason; you served only half of a sentence that already fell woefully short of what any decent person would consider acceptable after the truly reprehensible crime you committed. Others have served longer literally for shoplifting hot dogs.