a couple of weeks ago i had a voice lesson meltdown. those suck balls in the moment cuz that awful voice in your head tells you that you’re worthless, your voice is worthless and you’re never going to get anywhere. and you’re crying and you don’t exactly know why, except that everything feels wrong, and […]

this is who i am.

something phenomenal happened a couple of weeks ago. i opened my eyes and realized that i’m an opera singer. seems pretty basic, i know. but my identity as a singer is something i’ve struggled with majorly since i decided to study music in college, and even more so in the last couple of years as […]


today marks the beginning of the end of a journey i’ve been on for a little over a month. today, cleopatra, caesar and ptolemy take the checkerboard stage to bring my vision to life. rewind to spring break. we (we being the mfa and senior bfa stufents) had been told at the beginning of the […]

black artist

i took a jaunt over to the art gallery on campus, and this lovely list graced the wall of the gallery coordinator’s office (btw, the gallery coordinator is super awesome – love her style): credit: keri smith constantly compare yourself to other singers: guilty. i do it all the time. usually leads to singer’s depression, […]

my inner renée

i’m in the middle of practicing and i’m crying (again). i feel like all i do lately is walk on eggshells. eggshells at work, eggshells in practice, eggshells in my lessons. pretty much the only place i feel OK at the moment is curled up on the couch or in bed. i cry in my […]

a poetry minute

All religions, all this singing, one song. A response to Rumi. All religions, yearning for warm bathing light, minds tantalized by the ecstasy of Sophia’s embrace, hearts blind to Allah’s tender kiss, all religions. Grasping wildly in the cold shackles of shadow, all religions, your Father waits within you, but you are deaf, for all […]