BILL COSBY

When my father was in the last stages of Alzheimer’s, Bill Cosby came to visit my mother (and me, as it turned out — I was there that day.) It must have been around 2002 because my father was already

THE WIT AND WISDOM OF GRACIE (excerpt)

Imagine what the world would be like if everyone thought like me. If humans believed in submission as an appropriate gesture when first meeting a stranger and practiced it as the art form it is. The planet would be a

Quarantined in the Time of Fear

In Albert Camus’ novel The Plague, the French town of Oran is quarantined   when people start dying from bubonic plague. No one can leave the town; no one from outside can get in. Families are torn apart, lovers are separated.

BIRTHDAY REFLECTIONS

Yesterday was my birthday. I have always, since childhood, had a complicated relationship with birthdays. Growing up in the shadow of a famous father (even before politics) I brooded about my place on this earth and whether or not I

TIGER, TIGER

When hard winter rains came, the town of Havenwood didn’t worry too much. There are no dams nearby to flood or mountains to crumble. Havenwood sits in the middle of wide flat miles near a freeway that people take to

SECRET LIVES

The same day the news broke about Stephen Collins and the tape his ex-wife secretly made, I ducked out to a midday screening of Gone Girl, which should leave anyone and everyone questioning how well we can really know another

A MAN’S FISTS

The first time I felt scared of what his hands could do to me was when he snatched flowers out of a vase I’d just put them in and re-arranged them himself. We’d only just started seeing each other, he’d

9/11

After nearly 4 years of living in Manhattan, I had moved back to Los Angeles a couple of years before September 11, 2001.  My father was deep into Alzheimer’s and I wanted to be near him. It was just past

A NOTE FROM GRACIE

The latest Amazon review for my book The Wit and Wisdom of Gracie included a minor complaint: the reader said she wished the book had been longer because she wanted to hear more of my opinions. So, I am borrowing

WHEN THE LAUGHTER DIES

Many years ago, I had a standing invitation on New Year’s Eve to go to the home of family friends for a small gathering. Jonathan Winters and his wife were usually there. I was enchanted by him, fascinated by him,

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