Home

For five and a half years, the Brooklyn apartment I called HOME was really more of a container to keep my stuff. It was a place where I cooked food that fueled me, slept, hosted dinner parties and cookie baking, grew into my relationship and my marriage, but mostly, it was an expensive storage unit.

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Do "The Jenna P"

A few years ago, during a particularly rough audition season, I had lunch with my friend Emily in between non-union cattle, I mean chorus, calls. I told her about my frustration with my inability to perform my best work despite the conditions. She patiently listened and then said, “Why don’t you just do ‘The Jenna P’?”

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