Twanna LaTrice Hill

My name is Twanna LaTrice Hill. Who am I? I’m more than my name (although I’ve always loved it!) I am a writer and actor who is an inner city born and raised, Ivy League educated, agnostic, Unitarian-Universalist, Buddhist (lite),tarot reading, disabled, single, straight, 61-year-old, Russian speaking, liberal female survivor who has  seen too much and lived much more. Highly over educated I received a BA from Princeton University in 1986 in Slavic Languages and Literatures cum laude with minors in Creative Writing, Theater and Dance, and Soviet Studies. I also earned an MA from Harvard University in 1988 in Soviet Studies and an MA from Regis University in 1995 in Nonprofit Management. I am a passionate woman who is dedicated to ending violence in all its forms. I have yet to find a place that feels like what I imagine HOME should feel like, but I live in Denver and have ived here longer than anywhere else. I share my life with my service dogs, life companions, and partners-in-crime Roxi and Barclay.

My Head is Full of Children!

I recently came across a piece of wisdom on Facebook which, with slight modification, became thi

Healing can be so hard when:

• your infant wants safety,

• your toddler wants love,

• your preschooler wants attention,

• your pubescent wants friends,

• your adolescent wants independence,

• your teenager wants revenge, 

• and you want a corner to cry in and a heart that is healthy and whole.

    (Tell that inner critic to shut the fuck up!)

     Some of us have minds that NEVER shut down. We are opinionated, highly emotional, and  much "too sensitive." Every fleeting sensation is of the utmost importance, every thought demands to be voiced and heard, whether others want to hear them or not. 

     Each of us in on a journey, the parameters of which only we can define. Mine has a soundtrack characterized by involves an insatiable need for self-expression. I extend an invitation to all creatives to come on in, have a walkabout, explore, challenge, grow, and play. 

     Welcome to the world inside my head! Please return your trays to their upright and locked position, forage and find your seatbelts (probably under your ass), buckle up, sit back, and get your shit together for one hell of a ride. The forecast is dynamic, turbulence is to be expected. The waters are warm but tempestuous at best, thunder claps and roils, and fingers of lightning flicker and flash. I promise a challenging and intriguing experience. Come on in - you will survive!