Swamped and crippled by endless drafts, pitches for magazines and newspapers, homework and as-yet unwritten commissioned pieces, I find myself sleepless in New York.
And speaking of endless drafts, I’d like to draw your attention to a new rewrite of Attack of the Mothers. A head’s up: it’s tragic, it’s shocking and it’s violent. It won’t leave any doubt in your mind as to whether or not I should celebrate Mother’s Day. This is a very honest look at my fears of motherhood after surviving a violent mother: