This is Boo Bear. He belonged to Morrison when he was a kid, and now, he belonged to Joe. Coincidentally (OR NOT?) my parents’ nickname for me when I was a kid was ALSO Boo …
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Cheese
Me: Joe! want to try this vegetable? Joe: Cheese. Me: Okay, how about this one? Joe: No thanks. Cheese. Me: Or THIS one? Joe:….Cheese. Me: Okay, um. Strawberry? Joe: Hmm. Actually, yeah! Me: Really? Okay, …
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both sides, now
A letter to Texas Legislators, and to our Supreme Court: [Maybe less of a letter, more of a scream?] There are good people on both sides of this divide. There always are. That being said: …
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Pain
Every now and then Joe will sort of not be himself, and will drool a lot and hum in a concerned sort of way, and go AHHHHH! at the throw pillows but then be laughing …
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the only way out is through (a cake)
I begin pretty much every first draft and rewrite with Despair, with this will never get done and it will never be good enough. After x amount of minutes or days of these feelings, I …
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what are theater? what is plays?
I’ve always maintained, in real and imagined interviews and I guess the part of my soul that’s always trying to define itself, that I will always write Plays. I’ve said things like plays are where …
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One.
When it comes to the birthdays of those that I love, I am not subtle. I go big and shout my love and ask of the person many times, ARE YOU HAVING A GOOD BIRTHDAY? …
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Birthdays are for Mothers
Joe is going to be ONE YEAR OLD TOMORROW, and then two, and then three, and then seventeen, and then thirty-four, and then forty-seven, and Oh My God, Come back. I’m filled with reflection: what …
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Cousin pic
I’ll let my Mother in Law drop the full bomb with this year’s Foster-Keddie Christmas card, but until then, please enjoy this EXCLUSIVE BEHIND THE SCENES PIC of our attempt to get a picture of …
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Grown
Joe, since when did you sit in chairs that I don’t strap you into? Since when do you not let me stick my fingers into your palms so you can hold them like reigns, since …