My name is Rebekah Sager and I’m an acting addict. When I was fourteen years old I began attending a high school for the performing arts called Duke Ellington. I was in the theater department. Ellington saved me from the horrors of public school. Here you could be different and…
Clearing the field.
I recently wrote a story about a local Brazilian waxing boutique. I’d never had a Brazilian before, but in order to write about it, I had to experience it. Not for the faint of heart. With my legs splayed, I felt as exposed as a snail ripped from its shell,…
The End?
I’m not sure if it’s because of the current financial crisis, global warming, terrorism, or the recent emergence of bizarre animal flu strains, but what’s up with all the apocalyptic themed movies and books lately? I loved Cormack McCarthy’s book The Road, but whose idea was it to make a…
NFW
The other day I heard a woman say she wanted to re-do the boob job she’d had before her last child—“I didn’t pay all that money not have them look perfect,” she huffed. Then I had a conversation with a woman at my gym. We were discussing a mutual…
My Curtain Call
My name is Rebekah Sager and I’m an acting addict. When I was fourteen years old I began attending a high school for the performing arts called Duke Ellington. I was in the theater department. Ellington saved me from the horrors of public school. Here you could be different…
Shmy Way or the Sweatshop
People who know me know that I’m somewhat obsessed with all things Indian. I travelled to Delhi, Agra, and Jaipur, and can hardly wait to return to explore different regions of the country. I read books about the culture, tried to learn a little Hindi, love the food. If the…