Just a tale as old as time - a highly anxious, strange and cold child fled the Bible Belt, clomping her lil hooves a break-neck speed to the West Coast after High School. Manifest Destiny and shit, ya know? She attended college in Oregon, and then a for-profit Art School in LA that turned out to be a legit racket (bad decisions have always been her forte), before joining the ranks of all those sweet summer children looking to make it big in Hollywood. As luck would have it, Forrest Gump to a shine to her and hired her on the spot. Over the years, while she did work for the cream of the showbiz crop (Actors, Producers, Directors - she’s a snob, baby), she was also stuck in the never-ending assistant loop for almost twenty years. That equals out to about 4,620 coffee runs. So, like any normal person on the verge of a mental break, she watched "Baby Boom", quit the industry and moved to Vermont, thinking somehow the maple syrup could salve her wounds. It was a Hallmark fever-dream for a few years, but she was NO Diane Keaton, and nary a handsome vet/mayor to bone her back to the land of the living. Classic. So, she decided that ‘Country Baby’ WAS for sale, and went back to the life she left behind in New York…same boss, same job, same neighborhood …..three weeks before Covid would cripple NYC. Her timing? Terrible. Just like all of her decisions.
Morgan now lives back in Texas, with her dogs, boxes of the horrible art she stress-crafted while in Vermont, and her therapist on speed-dial.
