I took myself on an artist date the other day. I went to see Clemency because I wanted to see powerhouse acting and that I did (Whoa–that Alfre Woodard and Aldis Hodge!), but ultimately the story was too unrelenting for me, without redemption, justice, or […]
When I was 18, I went to an acting conservatory. There were about 20 of us in my class, ranging from 18, me, the youngest, to some in their mid-30s. The director of the program, one of our acting teachers, was a gritty, straight-talking, chain-smoking […]
Okay. I’m going to get a little woo-woo on you so, fair warning. I took a Shamanism workshop a few years ago taught by the wonderful Sarah Seidelmann who, if you didn’t know, is Maria Bamford’s sister (and Maria, if you didn’t know, is one […]
I am not feeling like those adorable gals in the picture. I am not sitting on a stoop with my besties, hinged at the waist in laughter, a beret perched on my sweet little head. I am sitting on the couch under a blanket with a […]
When my mother gave birth to her first child, they knocked her out cold–bam–for the whole thing. When very pregnant with me a few years later, they wheeled her down the hall on one of those gurneys while she screamed, I HAVE TO GO TO […]
I spent last weekend in New York at a workshop led by Josh Pais the actor, teacher, and the creator of Committed Impulse (CI). If you’ve never heard of Josh Pais and his work, go read more about it right now. It’s extraordinarily powerful, exhilaratingly profound work. He […]
How is everyone? Hmm? Are you hanging in there? Are you having fun on your vacation or settling back in after returning from one? Are you listening to a new podcast or deep into a new book on your commute to work? Are you on the beach, in the […]
I had a boss once say to me in her fake English accent, from the other side of her enormous desk, hands folded across her chest, reading glasses at the edge of her nose: Oh Kyra, it’s really very simple. Just pick something and stick with […]
Once upon a time my dog Beegu, the labradoodle, escaped from our yard and dashed to my neighbor’s where their chickens were loosely scattered, happily engaged in the industrious and vacuous pursuits of the chicken world. Our gates had been left open (apparently) and it […]