AN OPEN THANK YOU NOTE TO WILL FERRELL

Dear Mr. Ferrell, I would like to thank you for severing ties to a film that uses Alzheimer’s as comedic material. I’m sure yesterday was not a great day for you, given the public backlash against this project. It wasn’t

AN OPEN LETTER TO WILL FERRELL

Dear Mr. Ferrell, I saw the news bulletin — as did everyone — that you intend to portray my father in the throes of Alzheimer’s for a comedy that you are also producing. Perhaps you have managed to retain some

PURPLE RAIN

In 1984, I sat in a dark theater watching Purple Rain. I’d gone to the movie by myself. Except I was never really “by myself.” In the row behind me were two Secret Service agents. I was going to be

BYSTANDERS TO HATE

Einstein said,”The world will not be destroyed by those who do evil, but by those who watch them without doing anything.” I’ve watched a few clips of what goes on frequently at Trump rallies.  In Janesville, Wisconsin a teenager was

ONCE UPON A TIME

Once upon a time I walked up the driveway in this photograph to a house that could barely be seen from the road. Depending on how tall the shrubs were, you might be able to glimpse the deck. The roofline

LIVING AND DYING IN THE PUBLIC EYE

Since my mother died, many of the people who come up to me expressing their condolences add, “It must be so hard to go through this in the public eye.” When I answer that I’m used to it, or I

THE DAYS AFTER

My next novel, which I began writing last year, opens with this line: ‘On the first day of autumn rain my mother died.’ The line came to me on one of California’s rare stormy days and, because my mother was

MY MOTHER

I got the call around 8:30 this morning, March 6, that my mother had died peacefully in her sleep. It was how she wanted to go. Fifteen minutes later I was in my car driving to her house and people

THE BIGGEST LOSER

The biggest loser in this next presidential election, regardless of who wins and moves into the White House will be America. We as a nation have lost dignity, respectability, and class in this reality show/wrestling match/crybaby tantrum fest known as

HOME

The street behind my gym has become a sort of tent city. Homeless people have turned the sidewalks on both sides into their own encampments. Shelters have been fashioned from blue tarp, piles of bedding are wedged between plastic water

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