I Moved To Toronto

It's one thing to be invited to the Canadian Film Centre (CFC), it's another thing to actually go. This is Part 2! Read the first post here: I Got Into An Acting Conservatory. When I was accepted into CFC, I had an apartment, a full-time job, and a chronically anxious chihuahua. Going to Toronto meant … Continue reading I Moved To Toronto


An April Snowstorm

9am. No snow. Skipper goes out for her first pee of the day with no jacket. Success. I'm proud of us both.  Noon. Maybe an inch wherever it isn't just melting. Skipper asks me to go out (a win), I notice (another win), and she pees outside while wearing a thin coat. There's enough snow … Continue reading An April Snowstorm