My Kids Attacked Me!
I fancy myself a bit of an athlete. There was that time I beat my dad in a 10K even though I walked part of
I fancy myself a bit of an athlete. There was that time I beat my dad in a 10K even though I walked part of
Writing my blog exposes where I am in my psychological evolution on any given day. And writing at the speed of sound isn’t wise.
My family and I are going to Africa in February, which I won’t believe until I land. In August of 2000, I had the incredible
I met David O Russell Yesterday! He’s the writer/director of Flirting With Disaster, The Three Kings, I “Heart” Huckabees and The Fighter, info for all you non-film
Ellen Marie Stradall Thank you everyone for all your kind, well-wishes for my grandmother’s memorial service. It was so lovely. All the words spoken were
She Had Vastly More Lovers Than Him My friend Maggie (who gave me permission to write this) is a volunteer at her children’s elementary school
Bridget came home the other day and said, “Mommy I love third grade.” What luck! Thought I. She must love her teacher, unlike me as
I’ve been watching Ryan Murphy’s (Glee) new NBC sitcom The New Normal about a committed gay couple having a baby with a quirky, kind surrogate mother
1988 was a banner year for me. I was separately invited by two male college friends to engage in a ménage à trois with them and
Clare is 10, Bridget is 8. They still climb in bed with us in the morning. They still want to snuggle in front of the
My kids are smart. They have a genetic pre-disposition. I was smart. Their dad was smart. We had high GPAs. We had high SATs. We
It’s Monday, in case you didn’t notice. I’m sitting here looking at this empty white page. It mocks me. “What do you have to say
My 10-year-old daughter Clare only likes to wear clothes from the boy’s section. Preferably a boxy, shapeless t-shirt with pictures of Spiderman or any other
My friend Ion’s memorial service is on Saturday. It’s going to be at a lifeguard tower in Santa Monica where he worked and saved lives
An Unexpected Call I was working in my outdoor office last Thursday in the 90-degree heat when my cell phone rang. I didn’t recognize the
Roomies, not Roofies Not since college have I slept four women in a room, two to a bed — and usually it was under the
Friday night our daughters Bridget and Clare both had sleepovers elsewhere. They were gone by 5:30 p.m. and were not to return until the following
Puberty is coming to my house. I have a fifth grader and the puberty video’s at the end of the year. But already things
A star has been born in our family. Yes, yes, I know Bridget is my child, therefore I’m partial. But this is not a subjective
1. Throwing your expensive bachelors degree in journalism out the window to pursue acting despite everyone’s doubts will be the best thing that ever happened
And that’s when I see Her. She’s sitting where I’ve often slept, on Mr. C’s futon. She’s junkie-thin wearing a turquoise mid-riff top exposing a silver belly ring above skinny jeans.
I love New York City. I love the way it smells like bagels and urine. I love that it causes sweat to run in
“We’re born in diapers and we die in diapers.” This is what my grandpa Rusty told my mom, aunt, grandma and me as we hovered
“I could get you a job here if this acting thing don’t work out,” Bea says. “Wow, thanks. I’m flattered.” I’m in the Torture Room at Fran’s Ranch, a whorehouse in Beatty, Nevada. We’re shooting a scene for a non-union movie called, Leta Has Two Lovers and I’m worried the only reason I have a part in the film is because the director, Benjamin, is trying to get in my pants.
I watched as he peered about looking for me and I saw the familiar conscientious expression on his face. Worried he was a little too late. And I realized in that moment that I still loved him.
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