My Most Favorite, My Carter Girls

tumblr_lm7wgiZmG41qz4d4bo1_500 I’ve been thinking a lot lately about my friends. I have a lot of them. I don’t mean that in an obnoxious way at all. I kind of have a problem, actually. I get very invested and very attached quickly. I’m actually not good with strangers at all, but if I meet people at work or through an activity I pretty much assume we’re friends for life. Also, I’m hispanic, so pretty much anyone I meet more than twice is instantly family.

Don’t get me wrong, I definitely am not a perfect friend. I like too much ‘me time’ so that doesn’t make me available all too often. I am kind of a dork, so I’m not the friend to call if you want to have a crazy night on the town. However, I think all my friends know that I will be there for them in any way I possibly can….as long as it does not involve a club. I have my limitations.

I’m pretty sure I have OCD, and that translates to my relationships with my friends. I have them all compartmentalized. I have my school friends, I have sports friends, I have my University friends, my theatre school friends, my show friends, my family friends, my work friends, my other work friends, you get the idea. I don’t generally mix friends…much like you should not mix your liquors. I like them neatly in their place where I can keep track of them and tell them apart. It can get confusing sometimes.

I recently went to the wedding of one of my best friends, Melissa, from High School. She married the man of her dreams after having had some not so stellar relationships/experiences in the past. I could not have been happier for her. There are 7 of us from school that are still very close, and all of us were there to see our beautiful friend walk down the aisle to marry her best friend (well, WE’RE her best friends, obviously, but you know what I mean).

That whole evening I couldn’t stop smiling. I had sort of forgotten how amazing it felt to have us all together. We have separate lives now and we’re all pursuing our own dreams, so to have us all together is rare. I also got a little giddy and my friend Christina and I might have taken it a little too far at the photo booth, but that’s a whole other story.

The point it I was reminded of how lucky I am to have this group of women in my life. We are all so different that I’m sure people wonder how we can all be friends. I don’t know what it is, but our differences might be the thing that brings us together. We appreciate each other and our quirks.

I know I’ve been horrible at telling them how much I love and appreciate them these last few years so I thought this would be the best way to do it. In this post, showing this picture from the wedding, and embarrassing them. I love you, girls.


(Ginny….I wish you were in this picture…love you too!)


Take the time….


This is me easing my way back into blogging.

On a rainy day like today I wish I was wherever this picture was taken….and I also wish I knew whoever created this image because they are probably awesome.

I saw this today and it immediately put a smile on my face. It definitely speaks to me and reminds me of all the beautiful people I know who work so hard and sacrifice so much to pursue their passion. I’m talking to you, Sheridan MT Class of ’08 ;)

Let’s all make a better effort to live life, laugh often, take a breath and not worry so much about our crazy careers. It might even help us. (In an interesting twist……I can’t come to the party tonight because I have to work!)

A Father’s Day Truth

Happy Father’s Day to my dad. The man who has been my instruction book for many, many years. I’ve helped him write a few chapters, but for the most part he’s written a pretty good book himself.

Thank you for all that I know. Thank you for putting up with the drama of living in a house with three girls for so many years. Thank you. Thank you. Gracias. xo

Feminism Is Not A Rulebook

“One thing that can be very alienating about a misconception of feminism is that girls then think that to be feminists they have to live up to being perfectly consistent in their beliefs, never being insecure, never having doubts, having all the answers… and this is not true and actually recognizing all the contradictions I was feeling became easier once I realized that feminism was not a rulebook but a discussion, a conversation, a process.”

– Tavi Gevinson

This Is Your LIFE.

Recognize this incredible poster of powerful words? Do you remember seeing it all over your news feed on Facebook? Well I finally learnt where it came from and I am so excited at my discovery!

Holstee is a company with a conscience. It’s what can happen when people sit down for a second, stop moving, and really think about what they want out of life and for the world. That’s what Mike, Dave and their cousin Fabian did a few years ago and what came out of it was the Holstee Manifesto. The poster you see above, and the message that’s being heard all over the world. Thankfully.

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Do Not Let Your Fire Go Out

This quote is a constant reminder of the drive and passion I want to have in all I do. I keep meaning to print this off and hang it in my bedroom. This blog post will do for now. I’m just happy to share the sentiment!

I am in an industry where we really need to always believe and have faith that things, good things, will happen for us. However, there is no sitting around and waiting involved. We are constantly striving to be better, to get ahead and to get noticed. It’s a hard balance to do what we need to do to be successful. To stay true to ourselves and our moral standards. The good news is I think I’ve finally figured out a way to balance both.

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Nurture Our Dreams

It’s always been my dream.

I want to follow my dreams.

It would be a dream come true.

Every young person that came through my panel at the 2012 Sheridan College Music Theatre-Performance auditions wanted us to know it was their DREAM to get into the prestigious program. They wrote it in their questionnaire, they told us in their interview, and they showed us through their passionate and hopeful performances.

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Dave: A Father’s Reaction to His Very Young Gay Son

Dave: A Father’s Reaction to His Very Young Gay Son.

For any fathers who need to be reminded of how to be a father. For any fathers who need to be reminded they are doing the right thing….for anyone who needs some assurance that there are still kind, loving and open people in the world.

This article is for you. Thank you Dave.



Put your positive thoughts out into the universe. We’ll all be better for it.

Welcome to Little Bird, Night Owl


Little Bird, Night Owl is my new project. I start new projects once in a while to keep me creative and to explore new ways to express myself and help others. Welcome!

This will be my space to share inspiring words, beautiful things, creative Super Humans, and anything else I might find and feel will help change the world.

I too often feel too small to make any type of difference in the world. However, the older I get the more I’m opening myself to amazing people and experiences that are teaching me that no one is ever too small. We just have to find what we’re good at, what we’re passionate about, and decide on the first thing we’re going to do. From there let’s just take it step by step, all together, and the change will be impressive. I promise you. I promise myself.

Little Bird, Night Owl is my first step, and I hope it inspires you to take yours.

Things To Keep In Mind


Love, love, LOVE!!

‘In The Heights’ Knows Best


I cannot stop listening to In The Heights lately. Brilliant.

I Miss Home


Unbelievably true. I miss the ocean so much sometimes it hurts. It’s been on my mind a lot lately….this quote just sums it up for me.

A Thought


Until the lion finds a historian the hunter will always be the hero.

Dark Girls (Documentary)



A friendly and inspired reminder. Sometimes we need a little nudge to continue doing what makes us happy and true.