NEW VIDEO: Go Back to School for Your Masters in Female Orgasms

I wrote and directed this for Glamour Magazine!

P.S. The University of Virgina isn’t a real thing … but maybe it should be.

Am I Crazy? DIY Face Masks


Check out this video I made for Hello Giggles! <3

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Musical Mad Libs: Taylor Swift’s Quarter Life Crisis

I’m not sure if I believe in the “quarter life crisis.” According to The Internet, turning twenty-five awakens a sense of panic – about purpose, career, love, money, health, whether or not you should get a pixie cut – that has apparently been dormant within you for the past twenty-four years. Metabolism slows, relationships are reevaluated, and the world feels bigger and scarier than it ever did before. Twenty-five is like Cinderella’s midnight toll: party’s over, kid. Go home to your pumpkin and house full of mice.

But, um, the only problem with that scenario is that I’ve been panicking about purpose, career, love, money, health, and whether or not I should get a pixie cut since I was, like, six. At this point, the anxiety is kind of like a spider in my bathroom (There really is a spider in my bathroom. It is red; I don’t like it.) that just kind of hangs out while I go about my everyday life – I’d rather see it out in the open than think about it creeping out of sight under my drain or in the folds of my bath robe, planning to surprise (kill) me.

The point of this analogy is that 1.) Can someone please go in my bathroom and murder that spider? and 2.) I’d rather face questions about my future than bury them in the “Things to Freak Out About” drawer in the already very unorganized filing cabinet of my brain.

In the past, birthdays were all about celebrating what was coming: at sixteen, I will get my driver’s license, at twenty-one I will drink margaritas on a Tuesday … Now, more than ever, this birthday feels like the perfect time to celebrate what has already happened. Twenty-four years of exams and papers and blog posts and airplane rides and kittens and books and books by the pool and books in bed and eggs benedict and that one time I was vegan and that other time when I learned to cook steak. And people, the best people. At home and at Home and at HOME.

In terms of what will happen? I’ll probably just keep hanging out with that spider in my bathroom and hope for the best.

I Need Your Help!

Please vote for me to win’s Ultimate Broadway Fan Contest. The grand prize is a TRIP TO NEW YORK to sit in on a TONY’S REHEARSAL and see a BROADWAY MUSICAL.

It’s only right up my alley.

Voting takes two seconds. CLICK HERE. Select video #16. Fill in your email (if you uncheck the box, you will not get ANY emails, I promise) and your first name. Boom. That much closer to making my dreams come true. Thank you so much!

Check out my video submission below.

Musical Mad Libs: What Is This Feeling?

Presented without comment:

Shout-out to my homegirl, Abbe, who is always up to lend her beautiful voice to my nutso lyrics. Singing with her is the best. I wish I could bottle up the happiness and send you some.

Next week, I’m celebrating Mother’s Day by singing “Mama Who Bore Me” from Spring Awakening. Fill in the musical mad lib: “Mama Who ______.”

I mostly just want to read fun stories about mommies.

Happy Monday, you spunky unicorn. Thank you for watching!

Happy National Poem In Your Pocket Day!


Today is National Poem in Your Pocket Day! A holiday founded in 2002, this is the last day of National Poetry Month and the perfect day to carry your favorite poem around with you so you can share it with friends and family. You can also use the hashtag #pocketpoem on Twitter to discover what poems are meaningful to others.

If you aren’t currently carrying some couplets in your pocket, here is a collection of eleven of my favorite shorties. Some are inspirational, some are wise, and some are just plain funny. Consider copying one down and carrying it in your pocket for the day. And remember to take it out before you do laundry! #pocketpoetryproblems

1. If I Can Stop One Heart From Breaking, by Emily Dickinson


If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.

2. Don’t Worry if Your Job Is Small, by Anonymous

Don’t worry if your job is small,
And your rewards are few.
Remember that the mighty oak,
Was once a nut like you.

Musical Mad Libs: Nobody’s Perfect

This week, I was supposed to sing “Good Morning Baltimore,” from Hairspray. Unfortunately, things didn’t go quite as planned. I used a litter box, pulled a knife on my mom, and broke some TSA laws in the airport. I explain everything in the video …

Next week, Abbe and I will be singing “Loathing” from Wicked! The Musical Mad Lib is “____-ing, it’s a strange exhilaration.” Leave your suggestion in a comment below! <3