It still stuns me to write those words. Me. The child who grew up raging against her alcoholic mother. Hating and loving her with an intensity and fear that only children of alcoholics understand. Me. The teenager that ran as …
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Studio City Mom
I know, I know, I’m very late to the party. I’m so sorry, Ms. Dunham. Sorry, that it took a pandemic for me to finally watch your iconic creation, Girls. The Lena Dunham series was groundbreaking when it premiered on …
Read more →I’d like to say I’m sorry for your loss to the 70 million people who voted for Trump… But I’m not. And one day, maybe, those who voted for him will thank us for saving America from irreversible damage. You …
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I had been wondering how it would hit me. When. Where. In what way. Sending my daughter to college 3,000 miles away. My daughter. My baby, my gift, my joy, my amazement, my hope, my dance partner. And would she …
Read more →I’ve been wondering what to write and how to write it. I’ve been wondering if what I have to say matters. But silence is not an option. Not for me. I’m a writer. This is the form I use to …
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She’s graduating high school. She’s done. It’s arrived. And you couldn’t be more proud and you couldn’t be more emotional and you couldn’t be more shocked that your little baby girl is wearing a cap and gown. My baby. My …
Read more →Right now we can choose to look at what’s happening in a variety of ways. I choose to look at it the way I look at most things. Everything is happening exactly as it’s meant to and it’s how we …
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If you don’t laugh about it, you’ll shoot yourself. Depression is real. It’s sneaky. It’s heartless. It’s a liar, a thief, a con artist. If you’ve never experienced it you truly can’t understand how saying to someone who’s in it, …
Read more →Ten years ago I was unemployed, broke, almost homeless, holding the ankles of a man who didn’t love me, burying my dog who was killed before my eyes by another dog, and dragging used clothing around town to put food …
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How can it be? How is it possible? My baby, my daughter, my girl. She is 18 years old. A young adult. A strong, wise, beautiful, kind, witty, curious, creative, loyal, honest, graceful, self respecting young woman. I’m so proud. …
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