Smell Of The Day

Smell Of The Day

I wrote “Smell of the Day” because sometimes the smallest, strangest moments reveal the biggest truths about how we show up for each other. A weird smell, a lost fork, a questionable discovery—suddenly it’s not just about lunch anymore. It’s about who laughs, who panics, who judges, and who just quietly exits with dignity intact. As someone with dyslexia, I’ve always experienced stories as sound and feeling first—rhythm, tone, energy—before they ever become words on a page. For a long time, that made me feel like I was out of step. Now I realize it just means I’m tuned to a different frequency. This story lives in that frequency. The dream cast represents voices that carry presence—people who can turn a simple moment into something unforgettable just by being fully themselves. They remind me that storytelling isn’t about perfection. It’s about connection, timing, and truth wrapped in humor. Script-Coms™ is where those instincts come to life—stories that move quickly, feel vividly, and invite you to hear them as much as read them. They’re meant to be shared, performed, and experienced in a way that feels alive. I love being a dyslexic, voice-driven storyteller. Welcome to my world. It’s weird in here—and it smells a little funny, too. #SmellOfTheDay #ScriptComs #WorkplaceComedy #QueerJoy #FoundFamily #DyslexicStoryteller #VoiceDriven #ComedySketch #SNLVibes #CreativeWriting

Young Felix

Felix loved summertime and his three-ring blow-up pool. He always had a strong personality. I mean—really something. I should know. I’m the mother. He could make me do one of three things at any given moment: laugh, cry, or hide.

Celebrate Found Family Day with me July 1.

Celebrate Found Family Day with me July 1. Found Family Day I’m declaring July 1st Found Family Day. Partly because July 1st is my birthday. I was born one day outside of Pride Month. And lately, it feels like there are a lot of people trying to shrink Pride, minimize it, shorten it, or pretend it doesn’t deserve a month at all. So I had a different idea. Why not make it bigger? Why not add a day? Not to replace Pride. Not to compete with it. Just to celebrate one of the things Pride helped many of us find. Family. Not always the family we’re born into. The family we build. DNA is just molecules stacked together in a very pretty order. Found family is different. Found family is choice. It’s the people who stay. The people who answer the phone. The people who show up when life gets weird. The people who become family because everyone involved decided they mattered. This is the second annual Found Family Day. I’m celebrating it on the first Saturday after July 1st by camping in the park with friends, telling stories, laughing too loudly, eating too much food, and appreciating the people who somehow haven’t gotten rid of me yet. If you have people you’ve found along the way—people who became family through trust, time, loyalty, love, friendship, or shared chaos—celebrate them. Call them. Text them. Invite them over. Spend time together. Found family isn’t about where you came from. It’s about who stays. Happy Found Family Day. And to my found family: Thank you for choosing me. I choose you too. #IFelixYou #FoundFamilyDay #ChosenFamily #Pride

The Field Is Alive

Script-Coms™ returns with a brand-new episode: The Field Is Alive. Three friends. One fabric intervention. A softball game nobody was emotionally prepared for. And a seasonal dating strategy that may or may not require its own calendar. Just when you thought this was turning into The Sound of Music, Felix finds himself on a softball field, David finds new ways to test a friendship, and Stephanie proves once again that normal is merely a suggestion. This field is alive. Full of twists. Full of turns. Full of questionable decisions. And somehow, against all odds, a surprisingly fulfilling ending. So grab your oversized sunglasses, avoid the polyester crime scenes, and whatever you do—don't encourage the frisky lizards. Script-Coms™ presents: The Field Is Alive.

Quiet Piggy S1 E1

Why order a Number One when you can confidently ask for an uno and confuse absolutely everyone? What starts as a simple Taco Bell order becomes a full-scale social collapse powered by imitation, misplaced confidence, and people following nonsense because it was said loudly first. Soon it’s half-unos, double unos, interpretive ordering, and a lobby full of Diet Cokes no one actually wanted. A fast, absurd satire about how quickly common sense leaves the room when performance walks in.