Watching my Mom give my son a bath, I realize that life is a series of Realizing things too Late. Years from now, I’ll be giving my son’s baby a bath, and I’ll start to …
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Rolling into the Easter weekend like
I don’t claim to know St. Francis of Assisi, who wrote this age old Anglican prayer, but a friend recently sent this to me, and I think it’s a good meditation for the weekend. This …
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the cake and I
Yes, I wrote a play about Cake and I bake a lot of them, and I talk a big game about how much I love Cake, and one might think it’s just talk, or whimsy, …
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seven years
Two old young things (pictured here on their first Valentine’s together, a certain number of years ago, which featured graphic T’s and exposed bra straps) flop onto their bed together, in the middle of the …
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Puff
Joe, meet Food. Food, meet Joe. Joe, food will be how I show you I love you, especially when I’m not there, it will be how I try to cultivate joy in your life, how …
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HOW RELAXING
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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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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thoughts and prayers for our lower backs
Ever since Joe was quite wee, like maybe three weeks old? Morrison has been encouraging him to ‘walk.’ At first it was just a newborn reflex, like a fart smile, he would peddle his legs …
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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 …