Cory Monteith: Gone Too Soon

When I woke up yesterday to the news that Cory Monteith had died, I was in a state of shock. Initially, I couldn’t process the words I was reading- it just had to be a joke, a dream, or a really bad plot in a show I was watching. Cory couldn’t be dead, he was only 31!

coryExcept unfortunately he is, and while we don’t yet know the cause of death, chances are that it was alcohol and drug related. Cory never shied away from his troubled past, which came into light even more so lately when his relapse sent him back to rehab in April. To know what obstacles he overcame- dropping out of high school and being an addict at 19- and then turning his life around and becoming the adorable boy on a hit TV show and ultimately dating his beautiful costar, shows a journey that was cut far too short. It’s just a shame that these demons most likely got the best of him in the end and that he wasn’t able to persevere.

This hurts on an even deeper level for me because of my personal feelings for him. I met Cory once and while it was just a press event and I surely didn’t make an impact on his life, his goofy grin and bedroom eyes will forever be etched in my mind just like a scene on Glee that I still manage to know inside and out. Anyone who knows me knows of my love of Glee, mostly the cast more so than the show at this point. If you didn’t know that, all you had to do is look above at the banner of this blog to see the faces of Dianna Agron, Lea Michele, and Cory staring back at you. Except now I can’t even look at a picture of Cory without filling with sadness because I know that these pictures will never happen again in the future.

The future of Glee also seems bleak. Even though Finn didn’t have as large of a role in the fourth season, he was still an integral part of the show. Even without him, how can we all sing along without feeling sad? How can we watch without thinking that he’s gone? How will Lea Michele go to work every day knowing that her boyfriend is dead? I personally would not be able to function.

I feel like Cory was a part of my extended family, and that may sound deranged, but Glee was a major part of my life for reasons that not everyone will understand. Glee had the power to bring a friend and I even closer, and yes, we may have become borderline obsessive with our feelings but Glee was something that just made sense to us. In our own alternate reality, Cory/Finn Hudson would be the man she married and the friend I turned to in times of need. And now all we have left is the fantasy, that truly cannot come true now.

None of this feels real. And maybe it’s best to continue pretending that it’s not because I want to look back at Glee and remember happier times. Times when the fantasy was alive; inspired that there was hope for better days on the horizon. It may all sound crazy but it’s something that I will always hold near and dear to my heart, just like Cory.

Cory Monteith
May 11 1982 – July 13, 2013

Forever yours, faithfully



RIP Nora Ephron: Writer, Filmmaker, New Yorker, Inspiration

I always felt an odd connection to Nora Ephron. It was odd in the sense that we were complete strangers that never met and had nothing in common other than a love for writing, film, New York, and a shared name. When I saw the breaking news headline last evening that she was “gravely ill” and not expected to make it through the night, I was immediately gutted. I didn’t know if I should pop in You’ve Got Mail or Sleepless in Seattle or read some of her witty articles in the New Yorker. I just wanted to feel that connection and smile like I had a few months ago when I read her book “I Feel Bad About My Neck.” Mere minutes later, it was reported that Nora had passed away at the tender age of 71 and one thing is for certain: she was taken too soon.

By penning classic films such as When Harry Met Sally, Sleepless in Seattle, and You’ve Got Mail, in addition to published essays, novels, cookbooks, and plays, her talent was immense and such a rare joy to see in Hollywood. How often do women shine in the business as writers or directors? Not often enough.

From paper to the silver screen to the theater, Nora’s voice always shined in her work and had that quintessential New York attitude to it. As a native herself who was a staple on the Upper East Side, especially at Elaine’s before its close last year, all of her work had an authentic feel. She made you feel like you were a part of the action, and that’s a testament to good writing.

I don’t know how she managed to be so good at everything she did but I will spend my life trying to imitate her by saying, “I’ll have what she’s having.”

RIP Nora Ephron

May 19, 1941 – June 26, 2012

Dark Disco Days

Take a minute to think back to every school dance, sweet sixteen, prom, block party, or wedding you have ever been to. Are you there yet? Do you see some out of style fashion and friends you don’t speak to anymore? Okay, good, you’re almost there. Now think of the end of the night, when the DJ announces that they’re playing one more song before the evening wraps up. You’re sad because the night is technically winding down, but then the first notes of that song play and no matter what, you are suddenly energized and ready to sing and dance with those friends you once had.

This classic Donna Summer song will forever be unanimous with parties to me and now that the Queen of Disco has left us far too soon, I wonder if parties will ever be the same.

And now, just when you find yourself deep in musical nostalgia, another singer is taken from you. With the passing of Bee Gee Robin Gibb, disco has certainly taken a severe hit the past few days. Two incredible talents, both taken too soon from cancer.

When music legends pass away, they’re never really gone. They leave behind a musical collection which luckily can be played for generations to come. Yet it’s still a sad reminder that they can no longer bless us with their soothing voices and lyrics.

Let’s all take a moment to put on our disco shoes and twirl around in their honor.

Whitney Houston Will Always Be Loved

Twenty years ago, I was an energetic 5 year old with aspirations to conquer the world. Mostly, I considered myself to be an entertainer with the performance show my mom would film. The Nora Murphy Show never went very far, especially since I tended to stare in the mirror rather than at the “audience” but there was one part that always stood out- Whitney Houston.

While other young folk were listening to New Kids on the Block, all I knew was Whitney Houston. I had a lot of soul for a little person. As you can see in the video above, I’d dress up in my mom’s clothes and be a bit outlandish as I sang. My favorites were “I’m Your Baby Tonight” and “I Want to Dance With Somebody.” Even as a young child, I knew Whitney was something special. As an adult who has listened to a wide variety of music, it’s really a no brainer in stating that she had the best voice of all time. For those who don’t believe it, listen to her sing the National Anthem at the Super Bowl in 1991 or “I Will Always Love You” and try your best not to shed a tear. Just try!

Of course people are already making the same jokes they made about Amy Winehouse less than a year ago- that it was overdue, or not a shock. I’m sorry, but what kind of human being can honestly speak ill of another in their death? There is no denying that she went down the wrong path and that her career could have been even more successful than just 170 albums sold worldwide if she had never met Bobby Brown, who honestly, should be the one who passed. But none of us are perfect; we all make mistakes and fall off track in one way or another and Whitney should not be judged; she should be admired for her talent and the voice of an angel.

Whitney was only 48 years old and no matter what her cause of death turns out to be, it’s a tragedy. She was taken from us much too soon but one thing is for certain: she will always be loved.


RIP Whitney Houston

August 9, 1963 – February 11, 2012


We Only Said Goodbye With Words…

I have seen a disturbing amount of trash talk on social media sites today making Amy Winehouse’s death into a laughing matter saying that it’s no surprise and that she should have said yes to rehab. To that I say:

What kind of fuckery is this?

Oh, you don’t know that that line is from her song “Me & Mr. Jones”? That’s because you never listened to her music and understood the immense talent that she had. I was a fan of hers before “Rehab” ever played in the United States, before all the tattoos, and before the drugs. To say that this is a loss for me is an understatement.

Amy had an incredible voice and her death is a true tragedy. At the tender age of 27, she now joins the likes of Kurt Cobain, Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix, and Jim Morrison as musicians who passed away at 27 from drug related causes.

Anyone who thinks this is funny or writes her death off as unimportant should be ashamed of themselves. She was only 27! Regardless of the circumstances, that alone is something to acknowledge as a tragedy.

Amy will forever live on because her voice and music speaks for itself. She was talented and taken too soon.


Amy Winehouse

September 14 1983 – July 23 2011

R.I.P Elizabeth Taylor

The legendary actress passed away this morning at the tender age of 79 from heart failure. She was the epitome of the Golden Age of Hollywood and her death falling on Joan Crawford’s birthday only symbolizes the greatness that we have sadly lost. May she rest in peace.


Elizabeth Taylor

February 27, 1932- March 23, 2011

Snooki Getting Published = The Death of the Book Industry

The announcement that Jersey Shore‘s Snooki is “writing” a novel to be published by Simon & Schuster in January is the straw that breaks the camel’s back. I have officially reached my limit with our society’s praise of GARBAGE! Especially the cast of this pathetic excuse of entertainment.

Writers are actual intellects who were given a gift of storytelling. Snooki is NOT a writer!She is NOT talented! And she doesn’t deserve the acclaim of being called a “published author” when we all know some other fake tanned greaseball will be writing it for her!

A writer’s journey is one of creativity and pain, excitement and rejection. A writer’s dream is to be published and many never get that opportunity even though they are excellent at what they do. And yet here’s this sad girl who only knows how to get drunk and make a fool out of herself who is allowed the opportunity many would kill for.

Snooki has only read two books in her life- Twilight and Dear John. I can read two books a week when I’m not completely consumed with my job (which she doesn’t have), my homework (which she doesn’t have), and writing my own creative projects (which she is unable to do even if she tried).

I don’t know what’s sadder- the fact that these cast members are having so many doors opened for them or that Simon & Schuster has sunk to a new low.

The book industry is dead my friends.