Tag: nonfiction

The Plane: Memorializing a Show-stopping Moment and So Much More

Posted on by Clay Rivers
A hefty Christmas tree ornament to commemorate a very special flight.

One of my favorite gifts is a rather weighty and sizable prop plane ornament, given to me ten years ago by Joey M., a then nine-year-old fellow actor in New York’s Radio City Christmas Spectacular. He bestowed me with this memento as a final gift during our annual Secret Santa gift exchange. He gave it to me as a reminder of a specific moment in the show, but it has come to symbolize a greater gift I was given by him and so many others. One I try to share as often as possible.

10 Things You (Probably) Don’t Know About Me

Posted on by Clay Rivers
Clay at Disney’s Magic Kingdom Theme Park, circa not that long ago.

Thanks to the lovely Lecia Michelle for tagging me in this challenge! Here goes, tipping my hand just a little. Hopefully, not too much.

1. I am not a fan of children.

I don’t have the patience for them. They’ve got too much energy and require a ton of attention. They’re not high maintenance.

Backstory: “Show Biz Is” and one Memorable Prank

Posted on by Clay Rivers
The cast and crew of "Show Biz Is" around 1980-something.

We all have backstories; adventures and foibles few would believe the people we are now would ever be a party to. So in the interest of mixing it up a little, this week I’m unpacking the story about almost committing professional suicide on-stage. During a show. Enjoy!

Depending on How You See a Thing

Posted on by Clay Rivers
The Helix Nebula, news.nationalgeographic.com

New Year’s Resolutions, 2017, and Beyond

I don’t do resolutions. I gave up the practice a long time ago. Maybe it’s just me, but by the time February rolls around, I’m too consumed with surviving the public shame of not having a proper Valentine to remember a promise to improve some aspect of my behavior that I made after three glasses of champagne on New Year’s Eve. I can’t recall exactly when I tossed the promise to lose weight long. It doesn’t really matter as I’ve kinda become accustomed to my new cherub-bod. It’s growing on me. Literally.