Life, motherhood, existential crisis. Oh, and moving from Hollywood to the farm. That too.
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Is it just adulthood that makes you feel that something wonderful always has something not so joyous tagging along? Is that just the way the universe balances, or is it middle aged pessimism? I just don’t know. A glorious walk down to the barn tonight to check on the horses, give them a bit of [...]
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It occurred to me this morning as I waited for the kettle to boil, that my life here is much smaller, or perhaps, narrower, than the one I had in Los Angeles. But I mean this as a compliment. Here, I more often know the sources of the objects I interact with, the things I [...]
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I can always depend on my mom to ask “what’s wrong?” when I’ve missed too many days of blogging. In the case of the last couple of weeks, the short answer is “I have no idea.” On the surface, nothing in particular is wrong, exactly; the H is overdue on a script and tortured as [...]
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