Archive for the ‘Family’ Category
PREGNANT IN LA
I imagine what it would be like to be pregnant in LA. This wouldn’t be a normal thought for me if I didn’t have a boyfriend who desires kids and to move back to Los Angeles ASAP after I graduate from my MFA program in NYC. I am also 35, which didn’t seem like a [...]
OBEDIENCE
I remember seeing the book one day on the floor of our living room. It was buried under piles of The Boston Globe that my father was one day going to read. My sister now says, “Dad’s a hoarder. You didn’t know that?!“ Believe me, if I had any ability to diagnose my parents at [...]
FUCK CORPORATE AMERICA
I do not function in corporate America. You may. That’s great. You may never function working at a bakery or a restaurant and writing and performing theater at night, but I do. I’m not going to continue lying to myself or others. If you don’t like me cause you think I’m less responsible, that’s fine. [...]
I’M OBSESSED WITH THE DUGGAR FAMILY
Have I been eating Cheetos and watching reality TV all day? Not exactly, but kinda. I have REALLY gotten into the Duggar family’s show on TLC, “17 Kids and Counting: The Duggar Family.” (They now have 18 kids.) Not only have I been watching the show, but I’ve been fascinated by that family. At first, [...]
“AMUSEMENT PARKS” – AN EXCERPT FROM MY BOOK
My father was big on Amusement parks. Every year we’d visit Canobie Lake Park in New Hampshire and the Big “E” (Exposition) in Springfield, Mass. We visited Disney numerous amount of times. Dad liked fun and I loved the rides. He was a big kid at heart. “What do you want to do first?” Dad [...]
CHRISTMAS IN MIAMI: SANTA’S VILLAGE, DAD AND SPANKINGS!
This story is from a book I started writing about 7 years ago. Santa’s Village: When I was ten years old, I saw an ad on TV for “SANTA’S VILLAGE.” We were in Florida visiting my Nana and Papa for Christmas like usual, and the Miami news was doing a special on holiday entertainment. Tonight [...]
A LITTLE KNOWN FACT: I’M WRITING A BOOK
I started thinking tonight about the suggestion to, “Write about your childhood,” by a reader of this blog. It struck me as poignant. I am almost embarrassed to tell you how long I have been “writing about my childhood.” When I was 24, I started writing a book of childhood memories. I first titled it, [...]
“WEST VIRGINIA, MOUNTAIN MOMMA. TAKE ME HOME, COUNTRY ROADS.”
Last night, my husband and I discussed the recent Supreme Court decision to allow civilians to own handguns in Washington DC. We had similar opinions and all was good. Then, my husband mentioned that kids shoot guns at his family reunion in West Virginia. ”I wouldn’t want my kids to do that,” I said. And thus began 2 [...]
CAMP WAS FUN, BUT I MISSED MY KITTENS!!!
I asked my husband to pick me up from camp. I missed home, but it did give me a few days off to work on my calendar. Here are some pictures of me from camp: In my leotard, with my bunkmate, and my parents visit on “Parent’s Day: Where-we-pretend-all-is-happy-at-home.“ OKAY, those are some real pictures from [...]
PHOTOSHOP IS KEY TO DAD’S SUCCESS ON JDATE!
My Dad e-mailed me the above picture from the Senior Olympics this past weekend. He won a gold, silver and bronze. In the e-mail he wrote: “Can you get rid of the guy standing behind me?” I thought he didn’t want another guy in the picture. He called me about 20 minutes later, “Can’t you get [...]
DAD DOESN’T EXACTLY UNDERSTAND POINT OF BLOG
I just told my Dad about this blog. I kinda steered him away from looking at it. (I did write about his balls in an earlier post and he’d probably be mad.) “Why don’t you write about how you met Steve Wozniak and you were a test user for Apple? Tell them that you used [...]
MY DAD SENT ME A PICTURE OF HIS BALLS
I was writing this morning about my fear of death, probably because my 71 year-old father is sick and went to the hospital today. He called me yesterday, “Hi Jamie, I haven’t been feeling good.” “Really, what’s wrong?” I asked. Anytime one of my parents is sick, I have heart-palpitations. I can’t deal with the idea [...]



