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Here's my two cents for anyone with open ears and a weary heart. If I had one piece of advice to give at this particular juncture of my life, it would be this: Never, never under any circumstances do something you don't absolutely love. I'm not talking about laundry or dishes or filing taxes. I'm talking about life choices. If there's anything I've learned in these last two weeks, it's that nothing feels worse than peddling Disney bobble heads in a gift shop conveniently located across from a... Read Full Story

"Ah- Candace Neal. We called you back for our last audition! We just love you, Candace. We love your voice. We love your acting. But, we don't really know where to put you. You don't really fit the types we're casting for. Please come back to one of our next auditions. We really do want to use you." That was my audition today. And that is the theatre world. 16 Bars. Monologues. Types. Waiting. Rejection. To the internet world, I am Candace the Musician. To most of the people who know me, I am... Read Full Story

So, I'm hoping to turn our new Love video into something bigger than two minutes and thirty-six seconds. I have created a little website for our video to call home (Oh... you haven't seen it yet? You should probably do that: Click this mess ). This is a message built on community and bringing people together through two important universal languages: Love and Music . I am currently researching foundations for- what we will now call "The Love Project" until I come up with a cutesy name. What I... Read Full Story

You would think the height would be an envied trait. Tall girls play basketball. And volleyball. And walk runways. And are Amazon Warriors. Right? I've really tried to embrace my height. But, people don't realize that for every compliment I get on being tall, there are about twelve downfalls and insults to overshadow it. Dating Sites are a particularly good place to have your ego inflated and shattered all in one convenient location. My latest message from a male candidate: "I love the fact... Read Full Story

Alright. So, listen up, beautiful people. Ingrid Michaelson is having a video contest for her song, "Everybody" and, of course, I am entering that mess. My goal is to be as epic and cute as possible. Here's where I need you and it's a very simple process. 1. Get a piece of white paper and write the word "love" on it. You don't have to be artsy about it (unless you want to!). Just write the word so we can see it. 2. Turn on your web cam or use your cell phone or your HD flip and record... Read Full Story

There are some days where you wonder if every compliment you ever received was made out of utter foolishness. Or if every time you walked off of a stage feeling great about what you just did, it was merely your pride getting the best of you. Or if every time you thought you were having a good hair day with extra low water retention and an impossible-to-miss glow to your skin, you merely looked "just decent" to the observing public. Because there are some days when someone tells you that the... Read Full Story

It's been a "win some lose some" kindof week. One day, you walk out of a job interview gleaming at your own bubbly charisma and ability to answer the question "What can you bring to our company?" with the perfect blend of logic, humor and intrigue. The next day, you're listening to a director's let-ya-down-lightly voicemail and wondering if all those years on the stage really paid off. "Thank you so much for auditioning but we won't be needing you for this particular show." Auditioning was... Read Full Story

Eight days ago, I drove my cute little Honda Element from the gloriously temperate Carolina pastures to the sunny sweet lands of Florida. And after a sip or two of touristy orange juice, it was time to get down to business. I have done a lot of moving in my life. In the last four years, I have lived in three different apartments, traversed numerous states, braved a bevy of altitudes (high ones, in particular), and gone through two vehicles (RIP Mitsubishi of 96). Cardboard boxes and I are... Read Full Story

It's not that I'm not cool. Oh no, friends. I'm wicked cool. It's that my timing is off. Since I can remember, I have had a sincere handicap in the department of "when." I do the right things but never at the right time. I am outrageously keen at acting a little too early or jumping on the bandwagon a little too late. For example, I started watching the popular 90's television show, "Friends".... last night. Case in point #2: I was wearing skater attire five years before Avril Lavigne's... Read Full Story

Amidst celebratory gatherings with friends and sausage balls and stockings filled with new iPhones, I forgot to make any New Years Resolutions. I know the new thing is to scoff at the seemingly aged idea of the New Year's resolution. But, I just can't. Because the idea of resolving to do something good is just so dadgum appealing to me. Note: I do not resolve to remove "dadgum" from my vocabulary. But really, why wouldn't I want to get a little better? In life? In general? So, tonight, as the... Read Full Story