What, Me Worry?

I love watching the kids so full of oats -- the young Marlon Brandos and the James Deans, the Harry Styleses (for lack of a better example), wandering the parking lots and leaning up against their cars, swaggering around aimlessly in May and June, just as they are escaping school for the summer … these insouciant young punctuation marks who have so much figured out, yet so much to learn.

A ’Gram from God

I mean, these poor screenwriters. As with baseball players, screenwriters strike every 10 years or so. And America weeps.

Magic Moments

We were headed for a gala that night, so neither of us was in very good spirits, though the banquet, in support of the gorgeous Pasadena Playhouse, turned out to be really enjoyable.

Impossible Outcomes

Heaven must be a place where the milk is cold and creamy, the movies are 90 minutes long, the wifi never fails, the burgers are three bucks and rosy pink on the inside.

Good Things, Small Packages

My dog is a giant werewolf; her dog is a very sophisticated micro-breed of hamster ... a Pixar character.

Peanut Butter and Honey

I’m having toast topped with peanut butter and honey right now. Obviously, I feel like I am winning at life. I give myself five Yelps.

Brrrrrrrrr…

For once, LA is having a real winter. Nothing like a little sloppy weather -- and a good recipe -- to bond us.

The Future Is So Bright

My sole memory from childhood is walking the dog in the frigid Chicago winters and having him freeze up on me, lift his little front paw in pain and surrender, simply unable to go on.

You Are My Sunshine

In a pretty smile, I always see hope for humanity.

Hearts and Minds

I like smoky, thoughtful music that doesn’t hurry. I like whisky-straight and cities with a little rust to them. If the universe is expanding, then so our our hearts, right?