Communicating Without WordsBy Mariah ProctorMariah Proctor was chosen by the American Theater Wing, that puts on the Tony Awards, for an acting intensive with some of the top theater names in New York. Here's what she learned from them.
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Communicating Without WordsBy Mariah ProctorMariah Proctor was chosen by the American Theater Wing, that puts on the Tony Awards, for an acting intensive with some of the top theater names in New York. Here's what she learned from them.
>Read MoreBecause I’ve seen the Louvre alone, I know that we are all made for each other.
By Mariah ProctorStaleness appears to me to be a sort of blindness: an inability to see what’s right in from of you. No matter how it looks, at no point has life ever actually been just shades of tired gray, especially when there are still people to love.
By Mariah ProctorThis fable is always brought in to illustrate the power in being consistent and moving forward continually no matter how insignificant your progress may feel, and I don’t disagree with that lesson, but I would like to defend the hare.
By Mariah ProctorWhat is it about solitude that fills you with unfulfilled yearning? Better yet, what is it about the presence of people that combats that yearning so wholly and effectively?
By Mariah ProctorIt is only in odd moments when you happen upon one of those older versions of yourself, that you realize how far you’ve come.
By Mariah ProctorThe other day, in a room full of people I have no reason to be self-conscious around, I sat on a chair that I thought was securely stacked upon the chair underneath it and I plummeted 18 inches with a crash.
By Mariah ProctorYou’d like to think that you only judge people by their mind or spirit, but you can’t go discounting looks completely when you’re wearing your family history on the front of your head.
By Mariah ProctorIn a world where young adults are drifting from religion, what’s the secret holding the Latter-day Saint youth?
By Joni HiltonI was only a couple of weeks into sixth grade when the twin towers were hit, and nobody at school would tell us what happened.
By Mariah Proctor