My thoughts on Life, Writing, Hollywood, Children, My Neighbors, Love & Growing Up
I don't know why I'm surprised every year I have to post on Thanksgiving. And yet, here I am, mystified beyond belief. While I have a very twisty relationship with the historical origins of this day, I can step back enough to appreciate the sentiment of being thankful. Personally, I have had some of my... Continue Reading →
"My son spit on me today." This is a text message I received from my best friend followed by "I want to stab him in the face with a fork." Meanwhile, I was reading a book on my couch wearing whitestrips and a charcoal peel-off mask. Talk about a Freaky Friday dynamic. I don't know... Continue Reading →
