Taylor Harris

I was a scrawny, twelve-year-old kid when I first met Frank Moffett Mosier in his acting course at the studio, Northwest Dance. I quickly learned this was not your typical children’s acting class. There would be no light-hearted productions of the Music Man or any Whose Line is It–inspired improvisational exercises in silliness. Frank handed us scripts he had written himself that challenged us to the core, emotionally and mentally. We would tackle themes that could make adults feel uneasy.