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Way back in the 80s at Fresno City College — where we spent our days ditching class, smoking cigs, learning lines, and acting cool — my Theatre-Geek friends and I would hold court in the cafeteria, talkin’ shit and making … Continue reading →

My kind-hearted, eccentric, interesting son…the screenwriter, producer, director, actor, editor, set-designer, prop-master, cinematographer, make-up artist, wardrobe dude, location scout, visionary, and FEARLESS MONEY-MAN. My son, Hunter…the FILMMAKER. HOLY SHIT. This boy just burst forth from my vagine like five minutes … Continue reading →

“It’s not our job to toughen our children up to face a cruel and heartless world. It’s our job to raise children who will make the world a little less cruel and heartless.” ― L.R. Knost

Without question, the highest form of Earthling…is the dog. Miss Pearlie Mae, perched atop my ancient Target Schmata-covered GUNT. The noblest creature in ALL of litrature. (That last sentence, of course, said with a delightful Euphegenia Doubtfire accent.) This wee, … Continue reading →

My husband, Gregory’s, most favorite photos of me are ALWAYS the ones where he catches my fatass unawares. This is one such photograph. Me and My Gunt at The Getty — no doubt pondering art, beauty, age, youth, wisdom, the … Continue reading →

As a former RABID, HYSTERICAL, BAY CITY ROLLER-OBSESSED ADOLESCENT, this just made me BELLY LAUGH OUT LOUD. The suffering of these loving, indulgent, devoted fathers is SO complete and SO exquisite, that it’s actually a thing of great beauty.

Humans. We are VAST, ALL-POWERFUL, and INFINITE. Humans. We are MINISCULE, INCIDENTAL, and NOTHING AT ALL. We are The Masters of The Universe — and we are its BITCHES, as well. Watch this newly-discovered video, My Fellow Human — 20 … Continue reading →

HA! HOLY SHIT. This just MADE MY FUCKING DAY. That I am, laddie. THAT I AM.

Sitting here in our dusky, still quiet house…drinking a delicious cup of coffee delivered up by my BELOVED French Press, and getting some early morning writing in before the delightful daily stampede of husband, grown-up children, and chihuahuas stormtroop the … Continue reading →