Alas, not quite… it’s 80 in the streets today, but here’s the perfect thing to usher in things like socks and flannel… Stephen Colbert reading Flannery O’Connor’s darkly comedic tale, “The Enduring Chill” at New York’s Symphony Space. So mothertrucking good!!!
This is a shorty this week as I am racing to finish a story about a bunch of Tiger mothers on a meth run–so that they can keep up with their overachieving, hyper scheduled children… Always such interesting anthropology, motherhood… I was more of a free-range mom–well-intentioned, guilty-feeling, always overcompensating for an untimely divorce and constant borderline poverty. The Gilmore Girls mom…that was me. I ordered pizza, had great zingers, turned on CopRock marathons and snuggled. I love and loved them so. Now, I might as well be Sean-freaking-Penn… I’ve been ghosted big time and it blows. I might as well be flying around with John Travolta, delivering humanitarian relief to Haitians and whatnot. (Btw, true story… Sean Penn once instructed me in how to park my car at an LA Whole Foods. That is one bossy, organized guy, I tell you) I so totally miss my daughters, but the thing is… I did the exact same thing to my mother when I was their age. Still, I always imagined having a little Fonzi apartment that they’d love to come home to… Maybe I made a mistake. Maybe I should have been more Tiger and stern and less Lorelei… I’d command more respect… Who can know?
But ok, back to the grindstone… The dog ate my glasses, so while it may be riddled with typos… I’m going to finish this puppy…
xoxo – gg