On the Twenty-Fourth Day of Christ*&^%$

On the Twenty-Fourth Day of Christ*&^%$, TiZ reveals to you...

The more I write I'm a mess, the messier I become.

I so appreciate the people who can deal with the mess but not feed it.

My job is saving my life.

I have a softball and a softball glove, but no one to have a throw with.

I LOVE a good throw.

I'm not good enough to be on the Broadway softball league.

I am terrible at bat.

If I can, I open the window, go gas out it, then close the window.

There's nothing better than hugging while sitting in a lap.

I don't understand people who get what they want but then complain about the person who made it happen. Is it empowering?

i don't know why golf exists.

I can't imagine watching it live or on tv.

Try though I might, I read too many horoscopes.

I think Jesus must have been a very nice man.

I'm so tired recently I fall asleep while sitting up.

This is one of my fav stage management teams ever. And that's saying a lot.

I think yams are super delicious.

I wish for us all that we find our way more graciously and with greater ease.

At 12, I hit my back while doing back dives off the side of the pool.

I couldn't feel my legs for 5 minutes

My back still seizes up.

I was mugged immediately following my parents' 50th wedding anniversary brunch.

I didn't tell them until they could see me in the flesh.

My head is a shape-shifter too.