36 stories by "Daisy Eagan"
My Fellow Theater Professionals, I have seen a lot of justified outrage and frustration following the "revelations" in The Hollywood Reporter regarding Scott Rudin. Your anger is righteous. …
"Didn't you used to be gay?" a reporter from The Observer asked me when she interviewed me for my wedding announcement in 2003. We had run in overlapping circles in New York City in the …
Friends! I know it's been radio silence from me since August of the year which shall not be named. August just happened to coincide with full-time home-schooling starting AND the beginning o…
But this time it dawned on me that I might be robbing myself of something I truly want, and I'm not entirely sure why. What if I keep talking myself out of having another child, and then I h…
A couple of you reached out to me after my recent post about depression. You expressed gratitude that I shared my experience so openly, and said it helped you reach out for your own help. I …
Depressives tend to bristle at the advice that we need to go out and get fresh air, or exercise, or meditate, or drink more water, or smile more, get out of bed, go to bed at a reasonable ho…
"You always folded and let me play video games, and now I can't self-motivate to get a job AND THAT'S WHY I HAVE TO LIVE IN YOUR BASEMENT!" Continue reading →
Listen, I'm not going to lie. One of the reasons I haven't been writing as much lately is that when I have a free hour or two (when Monty is visiting with Aunt Mo, or going for a ride with â…
I don't know where to begin, so I'll just begin, and we'll see where we get. I've been told recently by a few different people that they've always enjoyed my blog and that they admire my ope…
Written and Directed by me. Starring me and Monty Eagan-Bloom Edited by Luther Creek
We took a drive on Saturday in my sister's convertible up to Mullholland. We were hoping to see the view south of here. We heard you can see all the way down to South Coast now that the poll…
I wish that I could offer hope or optimism, but I'm not feeling tremendously hopeful or optimistic. I wish I could say that we're all going to come out of this relatively soon and stronger a…
There are planes going by overhead from Burbank to who knows where. Who is still riding on airplanes? I am somewhat at a loss. What is happening in the world is so big and scary, I don't kno…
Here's the deal, I'm not an Economist. I'm not a Sociologist. I'm not even THAT smart. But I have a very strong feeling that shit is going to get a whole lot worse before it gets better. Wha…
I did not book the thing I flew back to NYC for. I know it's not a matter of my talent or hard work, and everything else is out of my control. Something else will come along. It's okay. I'm …
Saturday I woke up at around 2pm from a nap, to a slew of messages from my managers. By 9pm I was on a flight to NYC. The job I had not booked and then insisted on going on tape … Continue…
I was very excited to hit the ground running in the new decade. I joined The Wing late last year. I joined a gym for the first time in probably six years. I was posting blogs. And in the mid…
I was hoping to get some writing done today, but I am laid up on the couch with a severely awful pinched nerve and honestly all I want to do is die. I will settle for watching Pandemic on Ne…
If you haven't read the post before this one, go read it now. Then come back. The infamous tweet. James Joyce's The Dead poster. Original water color costume painting signed by Theoni V. Ald…
Kurt and I have a collection of framed pictures and posters waiting to be hung in our place in L.A. because neither of us have the interior decorating gene, and because many of them are rela…
Excuse me, I know I'm VERY late to this party, but I only just watched the Golden Globes and didn't even know what and who was nominated (except that there were zero women directors nominate…
Hello! Hi! Hi! Hello! Welcome to my first posting on my new website! I'm currently in the process of migrating everything (including my domain name) to WordPress, so none of the content from…
The youngest female Tony Award winner penned a personal letter to the child actors she saw in School of Rock this summer. Read it here.
Hello Faithful Reader, Not-So-Faithful Reader, Casual Stopper-By, Curious Looky-Loo, Troll, Random Stumble-Uponer,Some months back I wrote this whole piece about resolving to share the emoti…
Funny story. I was sitting on my couch reading I Am Malala, crying. Sitting on my couch, in my climate-controlled, well-lit, safe, two bedroom apartment in Los Angeles, after e…
