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One: The Debut: Prologue: Uno: Once Upon a July 5th























































































What a few years it has been... from living in NYC attending a musical theatre conservatory and hitting the audition circuit to moving home to AR to obtain a darn piece of paper to losing my Father (not in a oops where is he in Target kinda way, but as in he departed this realm of consciousness), to having a year of identity renewal and being blessed with a slew of enriching artistic opportunities.

This I know....

I miss my Father everyday. He was an original.

Depression stinks. Popcorn, chocolate, Easy Mac, Dr. Peppers, and the series FRIENDS help one through it though.

I feel empowered to be myself and really live my life.... to soak in the fun and learn from the tragic.

I saw Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium yesterday and I want to see it on a continuous loop for an indeterminate amount of time.

In the past few months I have performed with an outstanding group of musicians in Italy and had the good fortune to be invited to sing several solo gigs at luncheons, conventions, churches, etc. These events have enboldened me to want to do more. What truly beautiful moments they all have been... Performing and sharing my story through self-effacing humour and song is a joyous and healing process. I am humbled to have had these experiences. They were much needed. :-)

I am looking forward to moving away to try the musical theatre thang.

I absolutely love creating: right now I am writing a CD with a few talented collaborators and working on a story. How fun is it to sit down and make something out of nothing? What a gift, huh...

I do believe in karma... been a hard year, but there have been some gloriously magical moments.

I like how I wear 29.

Blogs are fun... Hope someone out there enjoys reading, but it was fun regardless.

Floss is fun,
Dustin or Ash'e or Lord of the Pipe Cleaners

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