I live in a factory town. The product here is television, don’t get me started on how all the movie productions have left Los Angeles. I grew up with kids who were working actors. As an adult I became friends with more than a few folks who had spent their childhoods auditioning and sometimes working.
Alexander cried himself to sleep tonight. He doesn’t feel like he has any friends. I know the feeling.I want to crawl in bed with him and wait for the little death that is sleep. I’ve never in my life felt a pain so sharp and so dull all at once. A full body thud that
I don’t recall buying solid colored tees, but Alexander has emerged from his bedroom each morning sporting a freshly decorated tee.
Wednesday afternoon I had to pick Jane up from a friend’s house and Alexander begged me to let him stay home alone. We talked about what to do, how to answer the phone, when to open the gate (never), and no media. I never mentioned don’t set any fires. Wednesday night I was supposed to
I’ve written about my kids having lice before. My daughter had extraordinarily thick long hair, and I’ve spent upwards of 16 hours in two days picking nits from her head. I NEVER filled the prescription for Qwell, it’s Malathion and I’m not about to dump Malathion on my kids’ heads. My Aunt was a school