Remember when, for ten years, I wrote on this blog everyday like it was my job, because sometimes it was? And then remember when I had children and decided to back off this commitment and …
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you can’t control it
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how to cook a thanksgiving turkey
Joe is excited for the Thanksgiving feast, he says he wants to eat turkey. At Bobbie’s Montessori Friendsgiving potluck, he sits off to the side like a starving sailor, eating it with his hands. He …
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my brain has eyes
Joe says his brain has eyes, and the he can see into other people’s feelings. He says his eyes are so strong, they can see 100 things, the cars in the distance and the airplanes …
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Mother
For the first time in my twelve years of TV writing, I am RUNNING A SHOW, an adaptation of a beautiful book about female friendship and grief and gift bags and cheese. I feel at …
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barf
Nothing makes you feel more like a parent than rescuing your kid from their own barf, pulling their warm body to you as they shake, sort of confused as to why their dinner just came …
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white jesus
Walking home from the park, Joe spots a nativity scene. Joe: OOOOH, LOOK MOM! A NATIVITY SCENE! But I don’t see Jesus! Me: He’s right there, honey. He’s the baby in the manger. Joe: That’s …
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two kids, one tunnel
Bobbie wants to do whatever Joe is doing, wants to play with whatever he’s playing with. She wants to play with all of his toys, but Joe doesn’t want her to play with the Special …
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Bedtime Routine
Having a four year old has been fully as advertised, from the absurd things he says, DO YOU WANT TO EAT A COOKIE MADE OF PEOPLE? to his elaborate bedtime routine that I fully opt …
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Scared to say sorry
Joe takes a toy from Bobbie, she starts to cry. I tell him to say sorry, and he deflates, hides behind a door. I ask him what’s wrong, he says he’s scared to say sorry, …
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Summer plans
I am….tired. I have been back and forth from NYC and NYC ten times so far this year, I have opened a Broadway show, and also new play, I have lived tony season, I have …