The other night at dinner, sucking on an apple slice, Bobbie casually tapped into my biggest insecurities, laid bare my primal squishy center self, who is approx 10-13 years old and chubby and trying to …
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you’re not good at basketball
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the worst thing
Off to Nantucket without Morrison and the kids and I can literally feel every mile that the car, plane and ferry will take me away from them. Joe drew me each vehicle this morning, the …
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work with Mom
Joe says he wants to go to work with Mom, but he doesn’t want to be bored. I say he can play games while mom works, as long as he takes breaks and looks at …
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set life balance
Bobbie says she wants to go to work with mama, I tell her there’s no toys there, she says BYE MAMA! Joe comes to set with me and finds it full of trucks and snacks, …
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cake dusting
New tradition: make your child a birthday cake that is far too large for a single family to consume. The night of their birthday, after candles and cake, slice off giant pieces of the cake …
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no mama
Bobbie doesn’t want Mama, she wants Dad. I pick her up from school and she asks for him. I buy her a new pair of red shoes to match her brother’s, and she loves them. …
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Mother
For the first time in my twelve years of TV writing, I am RUNNING A SHOW, an adaptation of a beautiful book about female friendship and grief and gift bags and cheese. I feel at …
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barf
Nothing makes you feel more like a parent than rescuing your kid from their own barf, pulling their warm body to you as they shake, sort of confused as to why their dinner just came …
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two kids
I finish work early and rush home so I can pick Joe up and take him for ice cream, but I also haven’t seen Bobbie all day, so we all go to get ice cream, …
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white jesus
Walking home from the park, Joe spots a nativity scene. Joe: OOOOH, LOOK MOM! A NATIVITY SCENE! But I don’t see Jesus! Me: He’s right there, honey. He’s the baby in the manger. Joe: That’s …