Blaire Baron
Bio
Llifelong actor, playwright, theatre director; Blaire is Artistic Director of Shakespeare Youth Festival in Los Angeles and launches bi-lingual writing and theatrre programs in South L.A., Africa and Mexico, all with and for young people.
Achievements (1)
Stories (17/0)
Bug Out
FINDING GOGOMAIN We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. Okay, let's not sugar coat it. I dreaded every minute of the windy three hour drive. I had no expectation of “cozy” when it came to this place. Lena dragged me there back in ninth grade and after what I saw, I vowed would never return to Gogomain. I was talked out of what I saw by my parents. Since then, I have never been able to trust my gut. But this isn't about that. This is about Lena. Milan, and Ally were convinced she was dead. I was convinced she was in that cabin. But then again....can I ever trust my gut?
By Blaire Baronabout a year ago in Fiction
Gut Feelings
I’m starting to think that gut microbes control my every move. To listen to those random colon health “experts” that fundraise for Pacifica radio, I could be right. But my theory didn’t take a colon guru, just a trip to a local pancake house on an empty stomach.
By Blaire Baron2 years ago in Confessions
- Runner-Up in We Have a Dream Challenge
The Problem With Valerie
Helene Newley wasn’t always the forthright, powerful woman she is known to be today. In fact her new personna might be a cover for some unfinished business down in her gut—those forgotten festering, untended wounds. Helene landed in Pancho La Paz only a year ago: fragile, divorced and experiencing a “walking” nervous breakdown. After Hank left her, Helene snapped. She was soon declared "unfit" for her pre-school job and she spiraled, ignoring the bills, the mortgage, the doctors...until she finally lost her Houston home. Childless and alone, unhoused and unemployable, Helene had to either swallow her entire bottle of Tramadol or change everything about her life. (Easier to swallow the Tramadol.) So she planned her overdose for April Fool’s Day. The day came and she finally got open the child proof cap when a faint voice said…
By Blaire Baron2 years ago in Fiction
Janelle
The wise ones warned me not to search for my birth mother. I was a teenager and naturally I thought they were wrong. I needed my miracle. I knew my birth mother was the answer. My birth mother would tell me how giving me up wasn’t her choice and that I was all she ever wanted. Yes, finding her was the only hope for this adopted girl and I wouldn't stop the search until I was victorious. Victory came. And that was when the real trouble began.
By Blaire Baron2 years ago in Humans
The Real Willy Wonka
It is still dark and the first birds have yet to greet the day. Washington wakes and readies himself, before joining the others. He is late so he runs in a zig zag out of the ramshackle maze that is home. Some call it a labor camp. Humming shadows pass alongside him, holding machetes.
By Blaire Baron2 years ago in Fiction
