Welcome, my name is Eunice (YOO-niss)! I’m an actor, audiobook narrator, yogi, teacher, and writer. I’m a Juilliard School Drama alum and the recipient of the Helen Hayes Award for Lead Actress; I’ve worked at professional theaters in New York and across the country, as well as on networks like NBC, HBO, ABC, and Comedy Central.
I’m the winner of the 2024 Audie Award for Mystery (the Audies are “the Oscars of audiobooks”!), as well as a 2024 Finalist for Best Fiction Narrator, and Nonfiction; and a 2023 Finalist for Short Stories. I’ve recorded over 100 titles, with publishers including Penguin Random House, Simon & Schuster, Macmillan, and Audible. I’ve been honored with 11 AudioFile Earphone Awards - 6 of them for solo performances - and I direct for Macmillan and Audible, including the 2023 Audie Winner for Non-Fiction, narrated by BD Wong.
My other awards include the inaugural Audiobook Adrenaline Award for Suspense, the My Boston Theatre Award for Best Actress, a Barrymore nomination for Lead Actress, and a First Place Los Angeles Press Club Journalism Award.
As a writer and editor, I wrote the official companion books to the documentaries "What The Health" and "Cowspiracy," both on Netflix, and I ran the Truthdig and ScheerPost book reviews for many years. Not long ago, I wrote >>this short essay<< on playing Father Dan Berrigan, climate grief, and goodness.
I’ve been a Lecturer in Theater at Princeton University, as well as a yoga instructor specializing in handstands and forearm balances, and am certified as a personal trainer. I have an extensive physical theatre background, as well as training in circus aerials, Ashtanga, and Wu Mei Kung Fu. I studied piano and singing at the Royal Conservatory of Music of Toronto, taught poetry in a men’s super-max prison, and am on the Advisory Council of The Vegan Museum.
I live in Princeton, New Jersey with my husband, our two kids, and our very lazy greyhounds.
Proud member of Actors’ Equity Association and SAG-AFTRA.
“Wonder and love and great sorrow shook Schmendrick the Magician then, and came together inside him and filled him, filled him until he felt himself brimming and flowing with something that was none of these. He did not believe it, but it came to him anyway, as it had touched him twice before and left him more barren than he had been. This time, there was too much of it for him to hold: it spilled through his skin, sprang from his fingers and toes, welled up equally in his eyes and his hair and the hollows of his shoulders. There was too much to hold, too much ever to use; and still he found himself weeping with the pain of his impossible greed. He thought, or said, or sang, I did not know that I was so empty, to be so full.”
