This morning I filmed an interview with a talented videographer (who happens to live in my house, at least temporarily).
He set up his studio on our screened-in porch, being careful to arrange my chair so the beam wasn’t coming out of my head in the shot. Then he propped up the microphone just out of the set on a box, pillow, and two books.
We waited out the neighbor’s chainsaw and then the garbage truck, and commenced filming. Normal Cara, who is ridiculously self-conscious, would probably have Continue reading “SHOW YOUR WORK: Sometimes you have to get over yourself.”



I don’t understand the internet. Or my computer. Or my phone for that matter.

If there is no danger involved, you are likely regurgitating a five-paragraph essay for your high school English teacher.