Bio

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To be perfectly honest, there isn't much to say that could possibly be wildly different from the last bio you read from an actor. But here it is anyway. You've been warned.

I'm originally an East Coaster, born in New York to a full-blooded Puerto Rican mother and a full-blooded Italian father. I know. Spicy. But that's what breeds in New York. Half the state looks like a cousin I haven't yet met. Soon after me, they had a little boy, my brother, Justin. And soonish after that, they decided that property taxes were ridiculous and it cost too much to live in The Empire State and got the hell outta dodge.

Over the years, we moved from there, to Orlando, Orlando to Chicago, Chicago to Cleveland. No. Not in the army. Just opportunity.

Most of my childhood is pretty banal in the best possible way. Suburban. In lots of ways, idyllic. In other ways, suffocating. You know. Suburban. I had fantastic, doting parents that were parents and definitely not "friends". Ruth and Don ran a tight ship of home cooked meals, coached little league games, kept my brother and I from killing each other periodically. We played tag, caught fireflies, spent summers at the community pool.

Blah, blah, blah. I grew up. Got a full ride to college on an academic scholarship. (Nerd.) Then scared the crap out of my folks when I decided to major in theater. Delved into the classics, built sets, read Chekov, late night rehearsals, early tech calls... got drunk once or twice. (Wink.) Bonded with other theater geek brethren. Made life long friends. During my last year, I opted out and spent the semester interning for LAByrinth Theater in Manhattan. Settled into New York life, with all it's glittering struggles and flew back to Ohio for the last time, to graduate.

In New York, I immersed myself in the theater scene. Saw plays, performed in plays, produced plays... ushered plays. Plays. Hooked up with Qui Ngyuen and Robert Ross Parker of Vampire Cowboy Theater and collaborating with them. Hung around LAByrinth and worked in plays and readings and intensives. Bonded with other theater geek brethren. Made life long friends. Watched seasons change by the leaves of trees in Central Park, building tops peeking over their outlines. Turned laundry and grocery shopping into Olympic events, lugging loot for blocks until deep, red lines seared my arms when I finally peeled the bags off my arms at home. Ate at Wo Hop at 5 a.m., when I got off my bartending shift in the Meatpacking District. It was life. And it was sweet.

But soon enough, I made my way out here, to L.A., with nothing but two suitcases and a new appreciation for golden parking spots and taco trucks. Found an artistic home at Rogue Machine Theater. Avoided the 405 like the plague, pissed myself through my first earthquake, became giddy as a schoolgirl whenever there was a prospect of rain. Bonded with other theater geek brethren. Made life long friends.

So far, so good. Keeps getting better. And better.