Me: There aren’t many things that I do truly for fun, that are truly relaxing to me. But MAGAZINES! I love to tuck into a magazine, particularly food magazines and Southern magazines and Southern Food …
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HOW RELAXING
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a motive
When asked about his motive, the gunman replied, from his hospital bed: I can’t remember when or why, I — I think it was because my father died, or my mother, or both, or my …
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The Mammogram
Long before I ever wrote plays, I fancied myself a Poet. This fancy did not last long as I was brutally REJECTED by the honors poetry track in college, for my collection that I’m pretty …
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The Big One
If you live in LA you have to make a choice about how you feel about earthquakes and you have to live with that choice. You can ignore them, you can fear them, you can …
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Amelia
How to gently, dreamily float the concept of death to a 7 month old: NEVER TO RETURN. But her body was never found, and so, did she die? Is she an angel? DOES SHE NOW …
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the shoulder
I used to wonder when I might really actually feel like a Mother, but now I know the moment is this: it’s when the baby is old enough to know you, sense you, need you, …
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okaynist
I’m in the midst of a zoom workshop / rehearsal for my new play, Mother’s Day, which is basically just a dramatized play by play of our journey to Joe. It’s about what happens when …
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a chair
Us: We need a chair for a baby that can’t stand, but sort of can stand, that’s for sitting but also for sort of standing, for a baby that is sort of inbetween, moving but …
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The Impossible
Nighttime. Time for bed. Morrison innocently eats a bowl of cereal at the kitchen counter. We’ve spent the night apart, me watching a movie, Morrison playing what I perceive to be a very intricate Viking …
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I am a person
I used to wonder if becoming a Mother meant your brain would be less full of tiny meaningless worries and insecurities, and while I find this to be SLIGHTLY true, yesterday I spent a solid …