Polyester Gym Shorts & Losing My Dad.

DadMy dad died today.  18 years ago.

I still remember the call in the shockingly early morning hours.  To this day I’m terrified if my phone rings after 1am.  I remember my mom’s voice and I remember hearing someone scream and thinking how primal it was.  I didn’t know it was coming from my own mouth.  I remember my roommate having to take the phone because I couldn’t breathe, let alone speak.  I remember going next door and crawling in to my boyfriend’s bed and asking him to not say anything.  The day before, a friend that lived on our floor in the dorm had found out her best friend had died of a heart attack at 19.  My boyfriend just looked at her and said “that sucks.”.  I remembered lecturing him on how callous that sounded and how god forbid anything bad ever happened to me, would he please just remain silent?  Who knew it would be less than 24 hours before that request would need to be honored. Continue reading “Polyester Gym Shorts & Losing My Dad.”

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My Sister, The Potential Weirdo. (Myana Chimes In)

I remember when I was younger, my mom was the one who I played dress up with. She was the one that I had camp outs in the living room with. She was my best friend who I couldn’t wait to get home just so I could watch movie with. Even though I love my mom, I always felt some type of loneliness. I would see my friends with their siblings, and no matter how much they seemed to annoy each other, I was jealous. I wanted someone my age to annoy. Someone my age to laugh with.

Then came the time when my mom said I should live with my dad so that she could better herself financially. I was around 8 or 9 and was so excited. Not because I was leaving my mom, but because I would get to have my brother around (he is actually my step brother, but my dad had raised him). I loved the idea of having someone my age in the house. But not having been around each other for so long, it was awkward at times. We were two very different people, with very different interests. But no matter how different, he looked out for me no matter what. Something I came to appreciate more and more as time went by. I had my sibling and annoyed him as much as possible – as a little sister should. Continue reading “My Sister, The Potential Weirdo. (Myana Chimes In)”

Nexy Jamin & The Summer of 2014 Part II

I decided to hit “Send”.  I shouldn’t have.  It had been impulsive.  I had written something stupid like “I’m the person you’re looking for.” or a statement that was equally lame.  I instantly regretted it.  I didn’t get a response.  I started wondering if I should send her a letter.  I was able to find an address.  I started the letter and then I stopped.  I put the pen down, walked away and that was that.  Or so I thought. Continue reading “Nexy Jamin & The Summer of 2014 Part II”

Nexy Jamin & The Summer of 2014

On an evening in July 2014, while enjoying a bout of insomnia, I decided to do what any sensible person (aka actor), does in the middle of the night.  I googled myself.  Not just my name, but my birth name too.  Nexy Jamin.  I should note that this name lives on the internet.  I have used if for a variety of things.  A spam email address, as a password, etc…  My looking up the name was purely a byproduct of wanting to know if MY name, Emily Agy, the actor, was connected to it.  It wasn’t.  Then on a whim I added the last name.  Nexy Jamin Rodriguez.

Imagine my surprise when the top two posts were of someone searching for their long lost sister.  Me. Continue reading “Nexy Jamin & The Summer of 2014”