Category Archives: Song Birds

With or Without You

“Do the things that you always wanted to/ Without me there to hold you back, don’t think, just do/ More than anything I want to see you, girl/ Take a glorious bite out of the whole world” – Snow Patrol (You Could Be Happy)

Soon enough, I will be walking down the aisle, changing diapers, and a long list of things that will make this time in my life seem so very far away. So, to be ready for that time, I need to take advantage of this time.

I Don’t Have a Ring on My Finger or a Bun in the Oven, But…

1. I can sleep in late on my days off, and I don’t have to worry about someone hogging the entire bed.

2. Dinner can be whatever I want it to be.

3. My apartment can be as clean or cluttered as I would like it.

4. I can take as long as I want to in the bathroom.

5. At the drop of a hat, I can go visit friends or get out of town for the weekend.

6. I can completely concentrate on school.

7. I can leave my “wand” and make-up out in the bathroom.

8. Friends can come over and stay over as long as they would like.

9. I don’t have in-laws.

10. I can spend hours writing in silence.

11. I don’t have to make sandwiches for the “poker game”.

12. Nick Jr. isn’t playing non-stop at my house.

13. I can buy those awesome heels or funky piece of art and not feel guilty.

14. I can pick up and move anywhere that I want to.

15. The only dirty laundry that I do is my own.

16. I’m the best bridesmaid.

17. Girls’ night out is a regular occurrence-not something that happens every six months.

18. My schedule is my own, and I have no one to answer to.

19. I can watch that episode of “Friends” for the two-thousandth time and not hear anyone complain.

20. My day doesn’t revolve around “nap time”.

21. I’m saving for that trip for my best friend’s wedding or abroad, instead of for the kids’ college tuition.

22. I have no crazy ex-girlfriends to worry about.

23. The toilet seat is always down.

24. I can spend eight hours in Hollywood at an acoustic in-store, a full evening of improv, not come home until two o’clock in the morning on a Tuesday, and not have someone asking, “Where have you been?!”

25. I’m happy.


Mistakes We Knew We Were Making

“The decision to kiss for the first time is the most crucial in any love story. It changes the relationship of two people much more strongly than even the final surrender; because this kiss already has within it that surrender.” -Emil Ludwig


Beauty Before You

“There are those who through ignorance or prejudice strive to maintain that American scenery possesses little that is interesting or truly beautiful-that it is rude without picturesqueness, and monotonous without sublimity-that being destitute of those vestiges of antiquity, whose associations so strongly affect the mind, it may not be compared with European scenery. But from whom do these opinions come? From those who have read of European scenery, of Grecian mountains, and Italian skies, and never troubled themselves to look at their own; and from those travelled ones whose eyes were never opened to the beauties of nature until they beheld foreign lands, and when those lands faded from the sight were again closed and forever; disdaining to destroy their trasn-atlantic impressions by the observation of the less fashionable and unfamed American scenery. Let such persons shut themselves up in their narrow shell of prejudice-I hope they are few,-and the community increasing in intelligence, will know better how to appreciate the treasures of their own country.” -John W. McCoubrey (American Art 1700-1960: Thomas Cole: Essay on American Scenery)


Until We Meet Again

“I’ve seen fire and I’ve seen rain/ I’ve seen sunny days that I thought would never end/ I’ve seen lonely times when I could not find a friend/ But I always thought that I’d see you again” -James Taylor (Fire and Rain)

There are ones whose beauty and spirit transcend space and time, and you are a better person to simply have known them. They changed you, and the world cries at the loss of such a magnificent human being. With their absence comes a great unsettling that it will never be the same, but it was in the tiniest moments that they breathed love into your life. They filled a space inside of you that can never be touched or replaced.

Perhaps, in “A Grief Observed”, C.S. Lewis said it best, “It doesn’t matter that all of the photographs of H. are bad. It doesn’t matter-not much-if my memory of her is imperfect. Images, whether on paper or in the mind, are not important for themselves. Merely links. Take a parallel from an infinitely higher sphere. Tomorrow morning a priest will give me a little round, thin, cold, tasteless wafer. Is it a disadvantage-is it not in some ways an advantage-that it can’t pretend the least resemblance to that with which it unites me? I need Christ, not something that resembles Him. I want H., not something that is like her.”

So, as my tears fall and my heart aches for a man that created so much joy for so many people, I know that he is singing with angels, and he probably has the loudest and most beautiful voice of them all.


Come Around One Day

“Your eyes are gone/ Like a ship out to sea/ Your nights on the town/ Ain’t wait they used to be/ Oh, can’t you see/ You’ll come around one day like a fire/ You will all see the light you made” -The Love Language (Gray Court)

Of all of the things that could come back around, I hope that one day you will be the one that does.


The Ones That We’ve Been Waiting For

“Change will not come if we wait for some other person or some other time. We are the ones we’ve been waiting for. We are the change that we seek.” -President Barack Obama

Recently, former Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice was on “The View” and said that growing up, her role models were older white men. She went on to say that you cannot wait for role models that look like you because if she would have waited for a black female Soviet-Specialist-she would still be waiting.

I used to search for people that inspired me that had similar stories to mine, but most often, I was disappointed. There was no one person that completely emodied everything that I hoped to do-besides myself. I moved to Los Angeles to orginally pursue acting and then fell into improv and sketch writing and somehow found my way back in college to pursue an English degree. Sometimes, I felt like I would not make an impact on the world like I once thought. I would look at other people’s stories and think that their stories were better. Their stories made “more sense”. My story was a bit scattered and chaotic, or so I thought. A friend recently told me, “Amanda, one day, someone will be telling you about how you were the one that inspired them. You are paving a way for people that has never been made before. Your story is important.”

All of our stories are important. No one else can make our dreams come true. We have to be the ones to realize those dreams for ourselves. We can’t let our lives pass us by as we wait for someone else to show us the way. We really are the ones that we’ve been waiting for, and the wait is finally over.


Silence Is Always An Answer

“There are times when silence has the loudest voice.” -Leroy Brownlow

This past year, I have learned more than anything that silence is always an answer. Sometimes, silence comes after you interviewed for a job that you were certain that you would get. Sometimes, silence comes after you have been begging God to answer your long-awaited prayers. And sometimes, silence comes after you have met someone that you thought was different than all the ones before, but he proves you very wrong.

As someone who is obsessed with words and language, silence does not bode well for me. It is not something that I readily embrace. I like long conversations-not months of silence trying to figure out what went wrong. Especially, when it comes to relationships, it is hard to settle for silence. But most often, silence is the only answer that you get. It is still amazing to me that even as an adult, people choose silence over words in most occasions. If you do not want to see your friend, you can simply ignore their phone calls and pretend that you were “so busy” that you could not return their call. If you want to stop seeing someone romantically, you will do the “slow fizzle” and just stop contact completely. As much as we all seem to embrace this silence rather than a tough conversation, we all would much rather someone be open and honest with us instead of punching us in the gut with silence.

There have been rare occasions where I was okay with the silence and other times that it hurt me deeply. This year though, I want to try and break the silence and allow people the opportunity for those conversations that may not be so easy. And while some will still answer me in silence, those are the questions that I always knew the answer to, but this time I may not be around for the explanation.


Yay for the Yay

Sometimes, at the beginning of January, I become antsy for the baseball season to start. Sometimes, I will already have tickets for the upcoming season. Sometimes, I will re-watch highlights from last season or even re-watch the winning moment of 2010. And chances are if I am doing any of the above, I am dancing around my apartment to this video. Ya-did-I-Mean, bruh, bruh?


Southern Sweetness

“Went away, holiday/ Wish they’d linger on/ They’ll think what they will/ We’ll stay where we have gone” -Local Natives (Stranger Things)

The blistery November morning in Toronto finally gave way to the slightest ray of sunshine. The bustling coffee shop was buzzing and my words were flowing like they hadn’t in quite awhile. I refilled my tea once or twice and sometimes would find myself relishing in the moment of creative bliss. There was something magical about being in a completely foreign city and feeling at home. The lack of familiarity offered a familiarness all the same. I was not worried about bills, or meetings that I had with people later, or catching up on e-mails and phone calls. Time expanded as I was sitting in that coffee shop in Toronto. It was freeing and, I imagine myself there often.

So, the time has come again for another holiday, and the words are flowing again. Even if it is just waking up in my mother’s house in the South, it is new and refreshing. It is without stress or strain of work, school, or life. It is a precious time when time again expands and waking up to a quiet house is the sweetest sound. The coffee is delicious, the rain is vanishing, and the music is moving my words. So, excuse me as I get lost in this southern sweetness and don’t mind me as I stay gone for just a little while longer.


The Fondest Farewell

“It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.” -e.e. cummings

I have always been okay with good-byes. I have always known that they will come, and that most often, they are needed. There is something refreshing about saying good-bye and saying hello at the same time. I have always known when I needed to say good-bye, and I don’t hold on longer than I should (most of the time). I believe that I should be moving forward and through to the next chapter. Because as much as I want to hold onto certain aspects of my life from the last three years, I need to grow up and become who I really am. I need to grow in new opportunities and allow myself to find comfort in that alone.

So, thank you for the last three years and all that you have given me. My time with the Second City has been some of the dearest times that I have had in Los Angeles. Thank you for teaching me the power of “Yes, And” because it has stretched far beyond the stage. You are an exceptional community-family, and I feel like these last few years flew by. But my passions and dreams have grown outside of that building, and I am ready for the change. I wish you the best (some more than others), and please know that this is bittersweet, but a fond farewell all the same.


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