From the outside, there appear to be two kinds of single parents. You can do it all, strive for perfection, and pull it off. Or you can barely get by, almost fall apart, and struggle for breath. For me, though, it has always been both. Strength and struggle seem to go hand in hand.

I finally got to see Shanghai Express, which coincidentally was also my first movie with Anna May Wong, which I was TREMENDOUSLY excited about, and who did not disappoint. Oh man, her delivery of "I must confess. I don't quite know the standard of respectability that you demand in your boardinghouse, Mrs. Haggerty" made me lose the entirety of my itness.

TEA AND SYMPATHY: okay this is Tom, who is Morrissey
Tom has beautiful hair and ten thousand sweaters and no one understands him

ME [quietly, from the audience]: oh my God
I understand him

Think of a long quiet river; think of the cold salty sea. Think of all the places your thoughts can carry you, when your days feel like too much.

No really, I mean it. Why don't we?

Honest, no kidding – I think we could do it
Well, what have they got that we haven't? Exactly!
Well gee whiz, it can't be that hard

"I believe I left my shoe here, thank you."