The Last Ark of The Covenent
Dark Night Of the Soul: Lost Friend
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
When Someone Dies Too Young
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
Sleeping With Women
Roomies, not Roofies Not since college have I slept four women in a room, two to a bed — and usually it was under the
The Man You Want May Already Be In Your Bed
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
The Puberty Video’s at the End of the Year
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
There will be no child actors here!
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
6 Pieces of Advice to my Former Self; An INXS Suicide Blonde
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
A Cheating Boyfriend Drove Me To God
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.
Lunch At Bergdorf Goodman
I love New York City. I love the way it smells like bagels and urine. I love that it causes sweat to run in
When Caregivers Strike
“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
My Glamorous Experience Starring In A Movie! Smash, Crash & Burn
“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.
An Old Flame And The Catcher In The Rye aka When I was the Asshat
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.