Why is it when you think you've spent your last bit of faith just sustaining your current energy level, something happens to refuel it?  A project has landed in my lap that I could only dream of -- but that's not what keeps me up late at night and distracts me at work.

Just when I had written myself off as another lost cause, I met somebody who dared me to return to myself -- somebody who challenged me to never give up on innocence. While I continue to punch a clock and lug a line, there's a cause calling me at night ... a line of destiny pulling at the corner of my Henrik Ibsen sheets....chilling me to the fact that I was made for more than this.

There used to be a part of me that could blow into the chalk dust in the palm of your hand and create a Milky Way. Where did she go? Is she gone entirely? Can you bring her back on stage for one more oncore of white boots ands red wine? She's in there. I promise.