The lovely Emily Simoness, actor in my williamstown play, has a family farm up in Brewster, NY. Geniusly, she is starting to invite groups up to develop plays, writers to write, etc – but not …
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Ryder Farm!
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school
So: Carrie received her Law degree from the college of Charleston today, and I really could not be more proud. In true Carrie form, she was by far the prettiest grad, and sung the …
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A pleasant reminder
There Steve and I were at some corner cafe bar thing in Soho, innocently enjoying our overpriced edibles and checking out his new ipad app – when a random guy (either bar patron, or …
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character
Fellow writers, tell me you know what I mean: sometimes when tragedy strikes, it is like we are INSTANTLY SUCKED into the pysche of those involved, or specifically: those who caused the tragedy. We need …
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:)
I tend to 🙂 a lot when I text / write emails. Why? Why do I that? What am I, twelve? I irk myself. A deeper consideration of the 🙂 could reveal horrible insecurities about …
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my terrible children
Last night, I explored a scary potential future version of my Self, as an angry Soccer Mom, or: Kate Gosselin, thanks to my generic ‘Eight is Enough’ wig. I demanded that children finish their …
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Roberta!
I somehow managed to make it 27 years without ever loosing a loved one or having to go to the funeral – I’ve always been terrified of going to my first. But Roberta’s funeral, …
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fall
Okay, let’s pretend, just for a moment, that we JUST met and it’s kind of awkward, so we’re saying totally asonine things to each other, as we tenatively feel each other out: Wow – last weekend, …
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Vermont!
J’allez ici this weekend! Check the state off the list! (Is there a list? I think there’s a list.) Vermont is one of those states that do ‘Maine’ things to your mind (oooooh!! Vermont!!) (etc.) …
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le pourquois pas
Hi, it’s me. Morbid. The French are sending their little submarine to the site of the Brazilian flight crash – a little guy named Porquois Pas (I mean, why not, right?) who was used to …