How to ride a rollercoaster




“I hate rollercoasters,” I said.


The director looked at me intently and asked, “How do you ride a rollercoaster?”


I crouched low in my seat, my arms stiff and my fists clenched around the imaginary restraints, my face scrunched with my eyes closed tightly.


“That’s terrorizing,” he observed.


“Yeah, it is,” I retorted.


“You have to let go. Scream. Open your eyes, and observe your surroundings.”


I couldn’t get past those tough, emotional scenes in rehearsal because I was approaching them the same way I approached riding a rollercoaster. I was holding on tight, afraid of what might happen if I let go.

The comedic, foolish characters I took on with ease and comfort; they fit like a glove. The characters who experienced loss, fear, torment—very vulnerable states—I was missing the connection with them.


As one monologue ended, the next crept up, with me dreading it like the car reaching the peak of the track and pausing briefly before flying down the steep hill. Me, tucked in my quiet ball of terror as everyone around me laughs, cries, screams.


“Can’t we just skip this one?”


Three particular monologues.


I need to find a rollercoaster…


Are You Dangerous?

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me, as Rosa Parks


I’m taking on the role of Rosa Parks (and a host of other characters) in an upcoming performance in tribute to figures of the Civil Rights Movement. As part of the performance, we have created a movement called “Dangerous Women” (which is also the name of the performance).


Dangerous Women is a performance of two one-act plays (featuring myself as Rosa Parks, and Sharese “Reecy” Jackson as Fannie Lou Hamer), but it is also “a movement that focuses on women who go against the status quo to make positive change, not just for self, but generations.”


Are  you a dangerous woman? Who are the dangerous women in your life?

Learn more about the movement HERE.

What to do when you’re bored



Twiddling thumbs, dozing off, staring off into space, daydreaming…




Every now and then, we all encounter unproductive moments where we just can’t seem to find anything to do but those activities listed above. Hopefully this list (below) will help you the next time you are bored.


What to do when you are bored:


Get Up and Move. Have you ever noticed that the longer you sit around doing nothing, the more you want to continue sitting around doing nothing, but as soon as you get up and start doing something, you feel so much better? Kind of like that Celebrex commercial (“A body at rest tends to stay at rest…a body in motion tends to stay in motion…”). When you’re bored, if at all possible, avoid being stagnant. Go for a walk or jog. Have a dance party in your living room. Just get up and move.


Tackle something on your to-do list. That nagging task on your to-do list isn’t going to accomplish itself. Take this opportunity to think about what tasks you have been putting off, and (as Nike says) just do it!


Do something creative. Write. Color. Draw. Build. CREATE! These activities can sometimes be stress-relieving, especially if there’s no pressure, and you’re just creating for the sake of creating. When we were “trapped” in our house due to a flood in our city a few years ago, my mom killed time by making throw pillows out of old t-shirts, and bracelets & hair clips out of an assortment of buttons she had lying around. Although my sisters and I teased her about them, it was actually kind of cool, and I’m sure for her, it made the time go by faster.


Reach out. Contact someone who has been on your mind lately. Reconnect with someone you haven’t seen or heard from in a while. I’m sure they’ll appreciate it. You never know; someone just might be in need of your contact.


Help Others. Can’t seem to do anything for yourself? Ask someone else if they need help with anything and inquire how you can help them. Sometimes when you do something for someone else, it can motivate you to take action in your own life.


These are a few of my suggestions for fighting boredom. What do you do when you’re bored?

My First Publish


When I was 11 years old, my mom published a story I wrote; it was called The Fish with Wings. After finding the book recently, I read it, amused. At first read, it seems to be a cute simple story about a fish who wants wings, but after further consideration, it appears that I was on the verge of telling a story about dreams and goals. In the story, the fish is determined to get wings, no matter how absurd of an idea others say that it is. And in the end, he gets his wings, despite the teasing and ridicule from his peers.


At 11, I had no idea about how to structure a story. All I knew is I had an idea and I wanted to get it out through writing. Foreshadowing perhaps? I think so.