For a while now, Joe has known that my job is Writer, Dad’s job is Actor, and his job is to play with cars. But Monday he starts a MONTESORRI PRESCHOOL, SOB, and the word …
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41st-ist
Happy happy birthday to my wonderful husband, who’s having the 41st-iest birthday there ever was, in a corporate apartment for his wife’s job, filming an audition for his own, letting his toddler take most of …
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These are shoes, now
These are shoes now, that are sold in stores, that people buy with money that they work hard for, that they put on their feet and walk around in, in public, around other people whose …
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a mother
When you are a Mother, two things are consistently true: you will doubt yourself and you will pee yourself when you sneeze. Unless you are the kind of mother who didn’t grow the baby in …
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bye bye mama
Me to Joe: okay my friend, Mom and Dad both have to work, but we love you so much and we’re going to take care of you, you’re going to be okay, are you okay? …
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in what world
To the lady behind me in previews the other night who full volume asked in the middle of a scene, IN WHAT WORLD ARE YOU BLACK WHEN YOU’RE YOUNG AND WHITE WHEN YOU’RE OLD? And …
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Uncle Dan
We’ve been very lucky to have the help of everyone from family and friends to friends of friends, strangers, and strangers that we employ, to help us keep Joe alive during this insane time for …
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voice to text
My new favorite thing is when your phone is recording a voice memo and you don’t know it and the product is a gorgeous, absurdist monologue that contains little pieces of your life. Buried in …
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hell is other people at a matinee
Dropping their phones, crawling on the floor searching for them, letting them ring, shuffling for their candies and programs and gums, treating it all like Netflix, leaving to pee in the middle of a quiet …
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this is for you
Dear Girl who sat across the aisle from me at the Notebook preview last night, who spent act one sobbing, then laughing, then sobbing, chugging red wine, shouting YES at moments you knew, whispering secrets …