Issue 7

For the last year, I’ve found myself prematurely grieving the “death” of my ability to create freely. Throughout my senior year of college, there was a feeling of impending doom that once I graduated, this magical bubble of creativity would pop, and I would no longer be able to spend my days bouncing from project to project.  The warnings I was told about being an “unemployed starving artist” were going to take their place. So I guess I tried to preemptively “pop” it myself i

SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 28TH, 2026 - MK and Diana’s Couch in their Greenpoint Apartment DIANA RENDON: Do I say hello? Is that what I do?  MARY KATE ABNER: Hello, Diana.  DIANA: Hello, Mary Kate! MK: Yay!!! DIANA: I’m sitting here with Mary Kate Abner, who is my best friend, best collaborator, sister, roommate, soulmate, and all of the above.  Little background for you. I’ve known MK since the first day of my freshman year of college. She had just transferred into the drama program

Awards season is my postseason, and The Oscars is my World Series. I get so excited every year to watch the different upsets, sweeps, and curveballs that the award shows have in store. I try to follow films from their premieres at either Cannes , TIFF,  or Venice  all the way to the Academy Awards, predicting what will win all the way through. Although I am an actor and an avid movie watcher, I try not to let my personal opinions get in the way of my predictions. I will, howe

A little girl trots along a Technicolor farmscape, singing the wartime standard “You’ll Never Know.” Fanciful cursive text tells us this girl is Alice, and the supposed location is Monterey, California. Baring pigtails and cradling a baby doll, Alice proclaims, “I can sing better than Alice Faye, I swear to Christ I can.” Heeding the call of an aproned mother in the distance, Alice makes her way to the porch, but not before doubling down on her remarks, “You wait and see. And

“I want to tell you something , and it’s not intended to be mean. I have a purpose. You don’t.”  Marty Mauser doesn’t care. He doesn’t care if you can’t afford it. He doesn’t care if you’re married.  He doesn’t care if you know better. There’s no excuse as far as he’s concerned.   “And if you think that’s some kind of blessing, it’s not. It puts me at a huge life disadvantage. It  means I have an obligation to see a very specific thing through...and with that obligation come