I was the youngest clown in Anchorage at age 4. My name was Twinkle and I always painted a little heart on my nose. I loved the warmth of the lights, and the energy from the audience, donned in parkas, their breath visible. I knew I wanted that kind of magic in my life, always.

I went on to paint with my mom, play piano with my dad, and live most of my childhood deep in my imagination.

I studied theatre from age 12 all the way through college. I went to Prague to learn about Czech literature. I went to London when I, with a group of my friends, won an award from Victoria and Albert Museum for our life-sized puppets. I was in a rock band in Portland. I climbed rocks in Moab where I also taught elementary school and managed a classical music festival. I went to Ecuador for a year to teach English. I went again with my dad to work with the Shuar Tribal Federation. My dad invited me on quite a few adventures as he supplied solar to displaced peoples, mobile health clinics, schools: Nicaragua, Guatemala, Burma. He lost his life in the devastating 2010 earthquake in Haiti while working with Partners in Health.

His death somehow urged me to get back to the theatre. To what always felt like the thing I was meant to do. I got married, we now have a beautiful son, and I spent a good 8 years in commercials not surprisingly playing The Mom. I returned to the stage where I really felt home again. Since 2017, I’ve been active creating, collaborating, and devising work for the stage in the Portland area and see no signs stopping.