Sometimes I forget how important it is to wear a bikini | 📸 @emmachitty
Today I am 36! It’s an age that has always held special and slightly terrifying resonance as the same age my mother was when she gave birth to me. Because of that, it always sounded like an unreachable goal, a castle in the clouds and the moment I would be really and truly grown up. And sometimes, in my late twenties and early thirties, it sounded like an unreachable goal for other reasons- because life felt too big to lift and too wide to hide from. Like many of you passionate, engaged and intensely feeling individuals, I tend to be pretty hard on myself. It’s easy for me to think I haven’t reached the necessary milestones that would make me the right kind of 36 year old- whenever that means. But today I am just going to celebrate: celebrate getting here, celebrate the love around me (from new people, from people who I’ve known since I was born, from people I diverged from then came back together with because life is LONG as hell.) I am not just lucky for the obvious reasons- work I love, healthcare, cute dogs, funny family, marriage to someone I adore- but for the less obvious reasons. I’m lucky because I wake up anxious and chug a green tea and then feel even more anxious so I have to call my dad and we end up arguing because I talk too fast. I’m lucky that I have an allergic response to certain antibiotics. I’m lucky that my right knee pops out of its socket, that I have 3 grey hairs that spiral from my head like cartoon energy, that I got in a fight with a man who snapped at me on 16th Street when I blocked his way. I’m lucky for all of this, because it means I’m alive and as long as I’m alive literally anything is possible (except sports. Not sports.) I love you all. Happy Birthday to me/Happy Life to us all (swipe right for the freaks that made me/the gothic child I was born as…)
Today I am 36! It’s an age that has always held special and slightly terrifying resonance as the same age my mother was when she gave birth to me. Because of that, it always sounded like an unreachable goal, a castle in the clouds and the moment I would be really and truly grown up. And sometimes, in my late twenties and early thirties, it sounded like an unreachable goal for other reasons- because life felt too big to lift and too wide to hide from. Like many of you passionate, engaged and intensely feeling individuals, I tend to be pretty hard on myself. It’s easy for me to think I haven’t reached the necessary milestones that would make me the right kind of 36 year old- whenever that means. But today I am just going to celebrate: celebrate getting here, celebrate the love around me (from new people, from people who I’ve known since I was born, from people I diverged from then came back together with because life is LONG as hell.) I am not just lucky for the obvious reasons- work I love, healthcare, cute dogs, funny family, marriage to someone I adore- but for the less obvious reasons. I’m lucky because I wake up anxious and chug a green tea and then feel even more anxious so I have to call my dad and we end up arguing because I talk too fast. I’m lucky that I have an allergic response to certain antibiotics. I’m lucky that my right knee pops out of its socket, that I have 3 grey hairs that spiral from my head like cartoon energy, that I got in a fight with a man who snapped at me on 16th Street when I blocked his way. I’m lucky for all of this, because it means I’m alive and as long as I’m alive literally anything is possible (except sports. Not sports.) I love you all. Happy Birthday to me/Happy Life to us all (swipe right for the freaks that made me/the gothic child I was born as…)
Today I am 36! It’s an age that has always held special and slightly terrifying resonance as the same age my mother was when she gave birth to me. Because of that, it always sounded like an unreachable goal, a castle in the clouds and the moment I would be really and truly grown up. And sometimes, in my late twenties and early thirties, it sounded like an unreachable goal for other reasons- because life felt too big to lift and too wide to hide from. Like many of you passionate, engaged and intensely feeling individuals, I tend to be pretty hard on myself. It’s easy for me to think I haven’t reached the necessary milestones that would make me the right kind of 36 year old- whenever that means. But today I am just going to celebrate: celebrate getting here, celebrate the love around me (from new people, from people who I’ve known since I was born, from people I diverged from then came back together with because life is LONG as hell.) I am not just lucky for the obvious reasons- work I love, healthcare, cute dogs, funny family, marriage to someone I adore- but for the less obvious reasons. I’m lucky because I wake up anxious and chug a green tea and then feel even more anxious so I have to call my dad and we end up arguing because I talk too fast. I’m lucky that I have an allergic response to certain antibiotics. I’m lucky that my right knee pops out of its socket, that I have 3 grey hairs that spiral from my head like cartoon energy, that I got in a fight with a man who snapped at me on 16th Street when I blocked his way. I’m lucky for all of this, because it means I’m alive and as long as I’m alive literally anything is possible (except sports. Not sports.) I love you all. Happy Birthday to me/Happy Life to us all (swipe right for the freaks that made me/the gothic child I was born as…)
Today I am 36! It’s an age that has always held special and slightly terrifying resonance as the same age my mother was when she gave birth to me. Because of that, it always sounded like an unreachable goal, a castle in the clouds and the moment I would be really and truly grown up. And sometimes, in my late twenties and early thirties, it sounded like an unreachable goal for other reasons- because life felt too big to lift and too wide to hide from. Like many of you passionate, engaged and intensely feeling individuals, I tend to be pretty hard on myself. It’s easy for me to think I haven’t reached the necessary milestones that would make me the right kind of 36 year old- whenever that means. But today I am just going to celebrate: celebrate getting here, celebrate the love around me (from new people, from people who I’ve known since I was born, from people I diverged from then came back together with because life is LONG as hell.) I am not just lucky for the obvious reasons- work I love, healthcare, cute dogs, funny family, marriage to someone I adore- but for the less obvious reasons. I’m lucky because I wake up anxious and chug a green tea and then feel even more anxious so I have to call my dad and we end up arguing because I talk too fast. I’m lucky that I have an allergic response to certain antibiotics. I’m lucky that my right knee pops out of its socket, that I have 3 grey hairs that spiral from my head like cartoon energy, that I got in a fight with a man who snapped at me on 16th Street when I blocked his way. I’m lucky for all of this, because it means I’m alive and as long as I’m alive literally anything is possible (except sports. Not sports.) I love you all. Happy Birthday to me/Happy Life to us all (swipe right for the freaks that made me/the gothic child I was born as…)
I’ve always been a homebody- a hermit, a house cat, a bed creature. Combine natural introversion, chronic illness/pain and a career as a writer and you have a recipe for being HOME. A lot. Maybe that’s why I feel such a need to customize my environment and such a passion for decor. Ever since childhood I’ve obsessively adorned every surface with craft paint, contact paper- and even a phase of scribbling on my walls with pencil as a pissed off teen. I’ve moved around a lot in the last ten years, which has meant lots of feathering my nest- but nothing has given me more pleasure than taking on my own interior design project in London over the last 3 months. Inspired by the studios and salons of artists I love- Georgia O’Keefe, Gertrude Stein- and books about my favorite designers past and present- David Netto, David Hicks, Ward Bennett, Michael S. Smith, Beata Heumann- I’ve had the distinct joy of creating a place where @attawalpa and I can feel safe, create and dream (and a place where dog pee, spills and life happening are not an emergency. It’s hard to stain when everything is a wild color!) I’ve also become much more aware of what disposable/mass-produced furniture is doing to our endangered planet. As a result, we have embraced the pleasure of vintage pieces which are full of joyful ghosts and fascinating imperfections. Below, a glimpse into our little world- though we are just getting started. (Tap for credits where we can but a lot is deep Google sourced vintage. All paint used is Farrow & Ball, which I’ve found I respond to best in terms of fumes and toxicity- us auto-immunity queens gotta be careful! Yet another reason not to have factory made furnishings all around, and for once the healthier option is the more affordable one, since vintage is cheaper and sometimes even free…)
I’ve always been a homebody- a hermit, a house cat, a bed creature. Combine natural introversion, chronic illness/pain and a career as a writer and you have a recipe for being HOME. A lot. Maybe that’s why I feel such a need to customize my environment and such a passion for decor. Ever since childhood I’ve obsessively adorned every surface with craft paint, contact paper- and even a phase of scribbling on my walls with pencil as a pissed off teen. I’ve moved around a lot in the last ten years, which has meant lots of feathering my nest- but nothing has given me more pleasure than taking on my own interior design project in London over the last 3 months. Inspired by the studios and salons of artists I love- Georgia O’Keefe, Gertrude Stein- and books about my favorite designers past and present- David Netto, David Hicks, Ward Bennett, Michael S. Smith, Beata Heumann- I’ve had the distinct joy of creating a place where @attawalpa and I can feel safe, create and dream (and a place where dog pee, spills and life happening are not an emergency. It’s hard to stain when everything is a wild color!) I’ve also become much more aware of what disposable/mass-produced furniture is doing to our endangered planet. As a result, we have embraced the pleasure of vintage pieces which are full of joyful ghosts and fascinating imperfections. Below, a glimpse into our little world- though we are just getting started. (Tap for credits where we can but a lot is deep Google sourced vintage. All paint used is Farrow & Ball, which I’ve found I respond to best in terms of fumes and toxicity- us auto-immunity queens gotta be careful! Yet another reason not to have factory made furnishings all around, and for once the healthier option is the more affordable one, since vintage is cheaper and sometimes even free…)
I’ve always been a homebody- a hermit, a house cat, a bed creature. Combine natural introversion, chronic illness/pain and a career as a writer and you have a recipe for being HOME. A lot. Maybe that’s why I feel such a need to customize my environment and such a passion for decor. Ever since childhood I’ve obsessively adorned every surface with craft paint, contact paper- and even a phase of scribbling on my walls with pencil as a pissed off teen. I’ve moved around a lot in the last ten years, which has meant lots of feathering my nest- but nothing has given me more pleasure than taking on my own interior design project in London over the last 3 months. Inspired by the studios and salons of artists I love- Georgia O’Keefe, Gertrude Stein- and books about my favorite designers past and present- David Netto, David Hicks, Ward Bennett, Michael S. Smith, Beata Heumann- I’ve had the distinct joy of creating a place where @attawalpa and I can feel safe, create and dream (and a place where dog pee, spills and life happening are not an emergency. It’s hard to stain when everything is a wild color!) I’ve also become much more aware of what disposable/mass-produced furniture is doing to our endangered planet. As a result, we have embraced the pleasure of vintage pieces which are full of joyful ghosts and fascinating imperfections. Below, a glimpse into our little world- though we are just getting started. (Tap for credits where we can but a lot is deep Google sourced vintage. All paint used is Farrow & Ball, which I’ve found I respond to best in terms of fumes and toxicity- us auto-immunity queens gotta be careful! Yet another reason not to have factory made furnishings all around, and for once the healthier option is the more affordable one, since vintage is cheaper and sometimes even free…)
I’ve always been a homebody- a hermit, a house cat, a bed creature. Combine natural introversion, chronic illness/pain and a career as a writer and you have a recipe for being HOME. A lot. Maybe that’s why I feel such a need to customize my environment and such a passion for decor. Ever since childhood I’ve obsessively adorned every surface with craft paint, contact paper- and even a phase of scribbling on my walls with pencil as a pissed off teen. I’ve moved around a lot in the last ten years, which has meant lots of feathering my nest- but nothing has given me more pleasure than taking on my own interior design project in London over the last 3 months. Inspired by the studios and salons of artists I love- Georgia O’Keefe, Gertrude Stein- and books about my favorite designers past and present- David Netto, David Hicks, Ward Bennett, Michael S. Smith, Beata Heumann- I’ve had the distinct joy of creating a place where @attawalpa and I can feel safe, create and dream (and a place where dog pee, spills and life happening are not an emergency. It’s hard to stain when everything is a wild color!) I’ve also become much more aware of what disposable/mass-produced furniture is doing to our endangered planet. As a result, we have embraced the pleasure of vintage pieces which are full of joyful ghosts and fascinating imperfections. Below, a glimpse into our little world- though we are just getting started. (Tap for credits where we can but a lot is deep Google sourced vintage. All paint used is Farrow & Ball, which I’ve found I respond to best in terms of fumes and toxicity- us auto-immunity queens gotta be careful! Yet another reason not to have factory made furnishings all around, and for once the healthier option is the more affordable one, since vintage is cheaper and sometimes even free…)
I’ve always been a homebody- a hermit, a house cat, a bed creature. Combine natural introversion, chronic illness/pain and a career as a writer and you have a recipe for being HOME. A lot. Maybe that’s why I feel such a need to customize my environment and such a passion for decor. Ever since childhood I’ve obsessively adorned every surface with craft paint, contact paper- and even a phase of scribbling on my walls with pencil as a pissed off teen. I’ve moved around a lot in the last ten years, which has meant lots of feathering my nest- but nothing has given me more pleasure than taking on my own interior design project in London over the last 3 months. Inspired by the studios and salons of artists I love- Georgia O’Keefe, Gertrude Stein- and books about my favorite designers past and present- David Netto, David Hicks, Ward Bennett, Michael S. Smith, Beata Heumann- I’ve had the distinct joy of creating a place where @attawalpa and I can feel safe, create and dream (and a place where dog pee, spills and life happening are not an emergency. It’s hard to stain when everything is a wild color!) I’ve also become much more aware of what disposable/mass-produced furniture is doing to our endangered planet. As a result, we have embraced the pleasure of vintage pieces which are full of joyful ghosts and fascinating imperfections. Below, a glimpse into our little world- though we are just getting started. (Tap for credits where we can but a lot is deep Google sourced vintage. All paint used is Farrow & Ball, which I’ve found I respond to best in terms of fumes and toxicity- us auto-immunity queens gotta be careful! Yet another reason not to have factory made furnishings all around, and for once the healthier option is the more affordable one, since vintage is cheaper and sometimes even free…)
I’ve always been a homebody- a hermit, a house cat, a bed creature. Combine natural introversion, chronic illness/pain and a career as a writer and you have a recipe for being HOME. A lot. Maybe that’s why I feel such a need to customize my environment and such a passion for decor. Ever since childhood I’ve obsessively adorned every surface with craft paint, contact paper- and even a phase of scribbling on my walls with pencil as a pissed off teen. I’ve moved around a lot in the last ten years, which has meant lots of feathering my nest- but nothing has given me more pleasure than taking on my own interior design project in London over the last 3 months. Inspired by the studios and salons of artists I love- Georgia O’Keefe, Gertrude Stein- and books about my favorite designers past and present- David Netto, David Hicks, Ward Bennett, Michael S. Smith, Beata Heumann- I’ve had the distinct joy of creating a place where @attawalpa and I can feel safe, create and dream (and a place where dog pee, spills and life happening are not an emergency. It’s hard to stain when everything is a wild color!) I’ve also become much more aware of what disposable/mass-produced furniture is doing to our endangered planet. As a result, we have embraced the pleasure of vintage pieces which are full of joyful ghosts and fascinating imperfections. Below, a glimpse into our little world- though we are just getting started. (Tap for credits where we can but a lot is deep Google sourced vintage. All paint used is Farrow & Ball, which I’ve found I respond to best in terms of fumes and toxicity- us auto-immunity queens gotta be careful! Yet another reason not to have factory made furnishings all around, and for once the healthier option is the more affordable one, since vintage is cheaper and sometimes even free…)
I’ve always been a homebody- a hermit, a house cat, a bed creature. Combine natural introversion, chronic illness/pain and a career as a writer and you have a recipe for being HOME. A lot. Maybe that’s why I feel such a need to customize my environment and such a passion for decor. Ever since childhood I’ve obsessively adorned every surface with craft paint, contact paper- and even a phase of scribbling on my walls with pencil as a pissed off teen. I’ve moved around a lot in the last ten years, which has meant lots of feathering my nest- but nothing has given me more pleasure than taking on my own interior design project in London over the last 3 months. Inspired by the studios and salons of artists I love- Georgia O’Keefe, Gertrude Stein- and books about my favorite designers past and present- David Netto, David Hicks, Ward Bennett, Michael S. Smith, Beata Heumann- I’ve had the distinct joy of creating a place where @attawalpa and I can feel safe, create and dream (and a place where dog pee, spills and life happening are not an emergency. It’s hard to stain when everything is a wild color!) I’ve also become much more aware of what disposable/mass-produced furniture is doing to our endangered planet. As a result, we have embraced the pleasure of vintage pieces which are full of joyful ghosts and fascinating imperfections. Below, a glimpse into our little world- though we are just getting started. (Tap for credits where we can but a lot is deep Google sourced vintage. All paint used is Farrow & Ball, which I’ve found I respond to best in terms of fumes and toxicity- us auto-immunity queens gotta be careful! Yet another reason not to have factory made furnishings all around, and for once the healthier option is the more affordable one, since vintage is cheaper and sometimes even free…)
I’ve always been a homebody- a hermit, a house cat, a bed creature. Combine natural introversion, chronic illness/pain and a career as a writer and you have a recipe for being HOME. A lot. Maybe that’s why I feel such a need to customize my environment and such a passion for decor. Ever since childhood I’ve obsessively adorned every surface with craft paint, contact paper- and even a phase of scribbling on my walls with pencil as a pissed off teen. I’ve moved around a lot in the last ten years, which has meant lots of feathering my nest- but nothing has given me more pleasure than taking on my own interior design project in London over the last 3 months. Inspired by the studios and salons of artists I love- Georgia O’Keefe, Gertrude Stein- and books about my favorite designers past and present- David Netto, David Hicks, Ward Bennett, Michael S. Smith, Beata Heumann- I’ve had the distinct joy of creating a place where @attawalpa and I can feel safe, create and dream (and a place where dog pee, spills and life happening are not an emergency. It’s hard to stain when everything is a wild color!) I’ve also become much more aware of what disposable/mass-produced furniture is doing to our endangered planet. As a result, we have embraced the pleasure of vintage pieces which are full of joyful ghosts and fascinating imperfections. Below, a glimpse into our little world- though we are just getting started. (Tap for credits where we can but a lot is deep Google sourced vintage. All paint used is Farrow & Ball, which I’ve found I respond to best in terms of fumes and toxicity- us auto-immunity queens gotta be careful! Yet another reason not to have factory made furnishings all around, and for once the healthier option is the more affordable one, since vintage is cheaper and sometimes even free…)
I’ve always been a homebody- a hermit, a house cat, a bed creature. Combine natural introversion, chronic illness/pain and a career as a writer and you have a recipe for being HOME. A lot. Maybe that’s why I feel such a need to customize my environment and such a passion for decor. Ever since childhood I’ve obsessively adorned every surface with craft paint, contact paper- and even a phase of scribbling on my walls with pencil as a pissed off teen. I’ve moved around a lot in the last ten years, which has meant lots of feathering my nest- but nothing has given me more pleasure than taking on my own interior design project in London over the last 3 months. Inspired by the studios and salons of artists I love- Georgia O’Keefe, Gertrude Stein- and books about my favorite designers past and present- David Netto, David Hicks, Ward Bennett, Michael S. Smith, Beata Heumann- I’ve had the distinct joy of creating a place where @attawalpa and I can feel safe, create and dream (and a place where dog pee, spills and life happening are not an emergency. It’s hard to stain when everything is a wild color!) I’ve also become much more aware of what disposable/mass-produced furniture is doing to our endangered planet. As a result, we have embraced the pleasure of vintage pieces which are full of joyful ghosts and fascinating imperfections. Below, a glimpse into our little world- though we are just getting started. (Tap for credits where we can but a lot is deep Google sourced vintage. All paint used is Farrow & Ball, which I’ve found I respond to best in terms of fumes and toxicity- us auto-immunity queens gotta be careful! Yet another reason not to have factory made furnishings all around, and for once the healthier option is the more affordable one, since vintage is cheaper and sometimes even free…)
I’ve always been a homebody- a hermit, a house cat, a bed creature. Combine natural introversion, chronic illness/pain and a career as a writer and you have a recipe for being HOME. A lot. Maybe that’s why I feel such a need to customize my environment and such a passion for decor. Ever since childhood I’ve obsessively adorned every surface with craft paint, contact paper- and even a phase of scribbling on my walls with pencil as a pissed off teen. I’ve moved around a lot in the last ten years, which has meant lots of feathering my nest- but nothing has given me more pleasure than taking on my own interior design project in London over the last 3 months. Inspired by the studios and salons of artists I love- Georgia O’Keefe, Gertrude Stein- and books about my favorite designers past and present- David Netto, David Hicks, Ward Bennett, Michael S. Smith, Beata Heumann- I’ve had the distinct joy of creating a place where @attawalpa and I can feel safe, create and dream (and a place where dog pee, spills and life happening are not an emergency. It’s hard to stain when everything is a wild color!) I’ve also become much more aware of what disposable/mass-produced furniture is doing to our endangered planet. As a result, we have embraced the pleasure of vintage pieces which are full of joyful ghosts and fascinating imperfections. Below, a glimpse into our little world- though we are just getting started. (Tap for credits where we can but a lot is deep Google sourced vintage. All paint used is Farrow & Ball, which I’ve found I respond to best in terms of fumes and toxicity- us auto-immunity queens gotta be careful! Yet another reason not to have factory made furnishings all around, and for once the healthier option is the more affordable one, since vintage is cheaper and sometimes even free…)
Happy birthday to my sweetheart, my baby, my wish dragon, my kingpin and my str8 up hero. I’m a month older than you but not nearly as wise and I like it that way. Because every day you show me something new about how to move through the world. Since your last birthday you have made so much beautiful art, raised a stunning puppy, bravely traveled to places far and wide wrangling dogs and bags with aplomb and jumped headlong into husband life. And at every turn I marvel at your dignity, strength and ability to impersonate people we overhear in the pharmacy. Because of the weird world of Covid, my people are still getting to meet you and every single one of them walks away saying essentially the same thing: “damn, you really lucked out.” I know. Thank you for letting me be your wife in this life, Lu- it’s the best gig I’ve ever had. Plz everyone have a slice of gluten & dairy free cake today in honor of my dapper man!
Happy birthday to my sweetheart, my baby, my wish dragon, my kingpin and my str8 up hero. I’m a month older than you but not nearly as wise and I like it that way. Because every day you show me something new about how to move through the world. Since your last birthday you have made so much beautiful art, raised a stunning puppy, bravely traveled to places far and wide wrangling dogs and bags with aplomb and jumped headlong into husband life. And at every turn I marvel at your dignity, strength and ability to impersonate people we overhear in the pharmacy. Because of the weird world of Covid, my people are still getting to meet you and every single one of them walks away saying essentially the same thing: “damn, you really lucked out.” I know. Thank you for letting me be your wife in this life, Lu- it’s the best gig I’ve ever had. Plz everyone have a slice of gluten & dairy free cake today in honor of my dapper man!
Happy birthday to my sweetheart, my baby, my wish dragon, my kingpin and my str8 up hero. I’m a month older than you but not nearly as wise and I like it that way. Because every day you show me something new about how to move through the world. Since your last birthday you have made so much beautiful art, raised a stunning puppy, bravely traveled to places far and wide wrangling dogs and bags with aplomb and jumped headlong into husband life. And at every turn I marvel at your dignity, strength and ability to impersonate people we overhear in the pharmacy. Because of the weird world of Covid, my people are still getting to meet you and every single one of them walks away saying essentially the same thing: “damn, you really lucked out.” I know. Thank you for letting me be your wife in this life, Lu- it’s the best gig I’ve ever had. Plz everyone have a slice of gluten & dairy free cake today in honor of my dapper man!
Happy birthday to my sweetheart, my baby, my wish dragon, my kingpin and my str8 up hero. I’m a month older than you but not nearly as wise and I like it that way. Because every day you show me something new about how to move through the world. Since your last birthday you have made so much beautiful art, raised a stunning puppy, bravely traveled to places far and wide wrangling dogs and bags with aplomb and jumped headlong into husband life. And at every turn I marvel at your dignity, strength and ability to impersonate people we overhear in the pharmacy. Because of the weird world of Covid, my people are still getting to meet you and every single one of them walks away saying essentially the same thing: “damn, you really lucked out.” I know. Thank you for letting me be your wife in this life, Lu- it’s the best gig I’ve ever had. Plz everyone have a slice of gluten & dairy free cake today in honor of my dapper man!
Happy birthday to my sweetheart, my baby, my wish dragon, my kingpin and my str8 up hero. I’m a month older than you but not nearly as wise and I like it that way. Because every day you show me something new about how to move through the world. Since your last birthday you have made so much beautiful art, raised a stunning puppy, bravely traveled to places far and wide wrangling dogs and bags with aplomb and jumped headlong into husband life. And at every turn I marvel at your dignity, strength and ability to impersonate people we overhear in the pharmacy. Because of the weird world of Covid, my people are still getting to meet you and every single one of them walks away saying essentially the same thing: “damn, you really lucked out.” I know. Thank you for letting me be your wife in this life, Lu- it’s the best gig I’ve ever had. Plz everyone have a slice of gluten & dairy free cake today in honor of my dapper man!
An abbreviated list of some of my mother’s strongest convictions:
-never buy something you can find on sale (and you can find anything on sale)
-a woman has the right to choose- in ANY situation
-“sometimes a dog smells another dog’s butt and it just doesn’t like what it smells”
-“there is no reason an adult should ever wear shorts” (controversial!)
-art is a real job
-friendship is also a job and one you should work hard at
-never stand when sitting will do
-“nobody is allowed to yell at my kids but me”
To the woman who makes the best toast and the strongest coffee, organizes my “objets d’art” on every shelf and who single-handedly taught me to survive not just in my industry but in the world. Our favorite utterance of love? “PAY ATTENTION TO ME!”
Happy Mother’s Day @lauriesimmons, you’re one of a kind.
Meet Birdy, the coolest Medieval teen around… Catherine Called Birdy is coming soon to theaters and @primevideo
Judy Garland may just be our ultimate C word… A life as big and grand as it is scary and hairy. On what would have been her 100th, enjoy our Judy deep dive and for those who know… “her wings were her prison.”
We’ll be back in a few months with a whole new season. Until then friends of Dorothy, sound up and #happypride.
Sharp Stick is coming 🍭🧦🙋♀️
It is my great joy to introduce you to the world of Sarah Jo via @utopiamovies. Sex isn’t love but sure can feel that way. 7/29 in NY/LA theaters, 8/5 in nationally, 8/16 on digital.
