A Book

There’s one. There are two really, one that is probably ridiculously unmarketable and includes stories of holding hands and singing Michael Row Your Boat Ashore while our friend killed himself. Well, not so much killed himself but beat AIDS to the punch. We didn’t help him. No one even touched his things, his legacy couldn’t

A Hodgepodge

Things with Alexander are better, we had a bit of a blowout and I yelled at him. He didn’t yell back, which is good. It’s not good that I yelled at him, because I hate being the yelling mom, but I absolutely refuse to be the mom of the kid who doesn’t listen. He’s a

I Married A Writer

When we met he was a screenwriter, and the first year of marriage had his writing as well. Directing was his true passion, but writing was the stepping stone that would take him there. Those first years I watched my husband create characters and story lines. He changed with each script, morphing into a vehicle