Yesterday was my birthday. I turned 28. It’s hard to believe and I’m beginning to wonder where my 20s went, as I approach my third decade of life on this Earth. I’m very grateful I’ve been here this long, but I feel that I’ve let life pass me by in…
We called my grandmother Noonie. That was her special name. She was born on October 16, 1922 and her name was Melba Louise Ogle Ryan. My grandfather, Willis, had been with her for 68 1/2 years, if you count the time they were together, dating. They married on June 26,…
I have found that in my old age, I actually have pretty good taste. Growing up, I never picked out my own clothes. Once I became a teenager, I didn’t dress myself, so I never picked out my clothes then, either. By the time I went to college, I was…
After the sensationalistic, media circus surrounding Thomas Beatie and his 20/20 interview, which revealed he’s pregnant again, I felt compelled to write Barbara Walters a letter. While this is not the formal letter I sent to her (though I mention many of the same things I wrote to her, in…
I’m going to start podcasting here at DominickEvans.com. It’s about time I actually expressed my thoughts and opinions in a more productive way. I believe podcasting will be an excellent outlet. I am very excited about this new endeavor and I hope you all will join me for the ride….
I’m writing a book about my life. It almost seems sensational in aspects. The main gist of the story is that I was born in 1980. I was diagnosed at age 4 with a neuromuscular disease, Spinal Muscular Atrophy. Raised in a dysfunctional family with an incredibly overbearing mother and…
Ever since I’ve casually mentioned that I’d love to get back into public speaking, I have received a bit of flack from a group of people that don’t believe that you should speak strictly based on what you know. You need to speak about what people want you to say….
I haven’t watched Television religiously in quite a while, but since I’ve been blogging I picked it back up again. With the season ahead of us, I have to say I am pretty glad I did.
Tropic Thunder is clearly parody. Sure, it might be mildly offensive, but if you’re protesting this you have bigger issues that you could be thinking about.
One of the scariest things about my transition was living with the idea that I might never be able to sing again.
