I’ve been keeping this list.

I call it “The Big List of Trying.”

It started as a reflection about my life as I near the half century mark. I guess I'm trying to quantify the sheer number of weird, wild, and whimsical experiences I’ve collected. I was curious about what's...

I love the start of a new month. It fills me with hope. New notebooks, promises of getting back on the wagon with workouts, meditation, productivity, [insert your thing here.] There’s an inherent clean slate, fresh start feeling in a new month —  a SuperMonday, a New Y...

One of my big commitments this summer is taking my solo show, That’s Not How It Happened, on the road. In January, I applied to 4 Fringe Festivals and, much to my surprise, got accepted into all of them. 

Now, I’m managing myself through 4 different festivals in 2 count...

I've always had a rocky relationship with my singing voice. As a kid, I’d sing with my Dad at the bar, happily oblivious to my clearly sub-par vocal range. (Get it together, 5-year old, Colleen!). 

Dad was a classically trained opera singer, and his voice was incre...

Some of you may have noticed the blog has been a little… quiet… over the last month or so. I have about 10 posts started and abandoned in my Evernote app because I haven’t been able to focus on writing recently.

 A peek into my "process." 

Mostly it’s the speed of life -...

How to Write a Blog Post

I’ve had a very packed schedule for the last month or so. Between travel (Mexico, California, Pennsylvania, and the Tri-State Area), work, storytelling shows, and moving to Brooklyn, life has been a little chaotic. My internal clock is off and m...

I write this note to myself at work after deciding not to pick the fight I’ve been dying all week to pick. I can’t remember where I’ve heard this phrase before - I assume I read it somewhere, or heard it from a teacher. But it pops into my head and seems right. 

I’...

I’ve had a corporate job of one kind or another since moving to NYC in 1995. Back then, I called them “Survival Jobs” or, more frequently, "Day Jobs."  As if I had some spectacular artist-life during the evening hours. I didn’t - but I sure thought about it a lot.

I wan...