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Little Girl is Big, her feet don’t fit anymore into the palm of your hands.

Hi it’s me, I still exist, as does this blog. 2.5 years and 100 new gray hairs later, MY FIRST TV SHOW AS SHOWRUNNER HAS DROPPED ON PEACOCK.

Me to Morrison: Oh, you should have some of the cinnamon sourdough I made for breakfast!

Walking to school: Joe: You know what (name of child bully redacted) said to me?

I dream I get a Note from a higher up: You must put your grandmother Roberta in this episode.

Yesterday we announced our premiere date for Five Star Weekend (JULY 16!)

I remember reading an interview with this playwright I admired, years ago, when he was asked for any advice he had for young writers her said ‘step one: marry my wife.’

The other night at dinner, sucking on an apple slice, Bobbie casually tapped into my biggest insecurities, laid bare my primal squishy center self, who is approx 10-13 years old and chubby and trying to be cool and play sports while also being extremely b…

Remember when, for ten years, I wrote on this blog everyday like it was my job, because sometimes it was?

For the lady who has everything, including but not limited to: gainful employment, healthy children, a fridge full of leftovers, a peloton, counters full of homemade gingerbread, a loving husband who does not divorce her when she wanders around the house…