I’m afraid of a lot of things. Spiders. Heights….having to go back on a dating app. (Girl…am I wrong?) But for some reason God made me oddly comfortable speaking in front of people. Granted, in the beginning I was frozen with fear. Being funny by accident was one thing. Being funny on demand is another. But after years of practice and failure, I find myself in a unique place of being the center of a predominately female audience online.

As a comic, I perform in clubs that still play mostly men. When I host conferences, often I’m the only woman on the stage, even in organizations that are predominately female. I’m a firm believer that I’m comfortable on stage because I’ve spent a lifetime onstage performing. Practicing. Perfecting.

In the last few weeks I’ve spent an arduous amount of time creating an online class and open mic night that launches March 12th. The classes are small groups

I’m moving out.

There, I said it.

 The next few weeks I’ll begin packing my house to move out for six months…and even though this was my idea, I’m freaking out a little bit.

 “That’s a weird number of months”, you’re probably thinking and it is! But this whole thing is weird, so let me try and explain.

 It’s been over two years since my divorce and although I’ve taken my time, given myself some grace, went through therapy, renovated my house, found love again and the kids are good…there’s still some part of me that feels nervous…scared…unsettled.

 Honestly, it’s mostly the financial/partner part, the part I’d come to rely on in my marriage. The idea that I was part of team. The part where I could focus on everyone’s happiness and the logistical…

I’m moving out.

There, I said it.

 The next few weeks I’ll begin packing my house to move out for six months…and even though this was my idea, I’m freaking out a little bit.

 “That’s a weird number of months”, you’re probably thinking and it is! But this whole thing is weird, so let me try and explain.

 It’s been over two years since my divorce and although I’ve taken my time, given myself some grace, went through therapy, renovated my house, found love again and the kids are good…there’s still some part of me that feels nervous…scared…unsettled.

 Honestly, it’s mostly the financial/partner part, the part I’d come to rely on in my marriage. The idea that I was part of team. The part where I could focus on everyone’s happiness and the logistical…

I posted this week “I was done”. While I usually find it easy to get up, put a smile on my face and trudge through the mundane tasks of life….I just couldn’t do it one more day. I spoke with a few girlfriends, but I was otherwise quiet (other than my boisterous renditions of John Denver’s “Grandma’s Feather Bed”)

Years ago, I would have hated the silence. I would have craved unloading my woes to girlfriends, gone to dinner to avoid eating alone and stayed up late drinking wine and chatting the night away til bedtime. But at the tender age of 52, I’ve grown up. I’ve realized the only person who can calm my brain is me. It’s taken 50 some years to figure out what that even means, but I just know.

My whole life I’ve craved and sought out the wisdom…

Happy Fall Everyone! In the spirit of this new season, I want to share a “New Season” in my own life, one that’s filled with love and laughter…and his name is Jason.

We’ve been dating a while, as some of you guessed during a certain “Tipsy Tuesday”, and we’ve enjoyed getting to know one another and our respective families privately. It was important to me to have this time together and get to know each other off line.

Jason has accompanied me on a few trips and met many of you

Today all my dreams….I mean, my kid’s dreams…come true!!