On the Twenty-Fourth Day of Christ*&^%$, TiZ reveals to you...
The more I write I'm a mess, the messier I become.
I so appreciate the people who can deal with the mess but not feed it.
My job is saving my life.
I have a softball and a softball glove, but no one to have a throw with.
I LOVE a good throw.
I'm not good enough to be on the Broadway softball league.
I am terrible at bat.
If I can, I open the window, go gas out it, then close the window.
There's nothing better than hugging while sitting in a lap.
I don't understand people who get what they want but then complain about the person who made it happen. Is it empowering?
i don't know why golf exists.
I can't imagine watching it live or on tv.
Try though I might, I read too many horoscopes.
I think Jesus must have been a very nice man.
I'm so tired recently I fall asleep while sitting up.
This is one of my fav stage management teams ever. And that's saying a lot.
I think yams are super delicious.
I wish for us all that we find our way more graciously and with greater ease.
At 12, I hit my back while doing back dives off the side of the pool.
I couldn't feel my legs for 5 minutes
My back still seizes up.
I was mugged immediately following my parents' 50th wedding anniversary brunch.
I didn't tell them until they could see me in the flesh.
My head is a shape-shifter too.