It’s not 8:30 am yet. We made it outside our apartment building. “Mama, I want that car.” Lola points out toward the stretched white limousine I’ve noticed being parked... Read more »
Sundays I travel the world alone. On a broken treadmill. One Sunday twenty-five years ago I arrived in Caen, Normandie. Not the Cannes on the French Riviera, with which it... Read more »
I am going crazy with the kindergarten application process for Lola. We have two more days before the deadline comes for TAG programs (TAG stands for Talent and Gifts... Read more »
“I was bored until you came along,” Sukie told her imaginary lover, Christopher. “No, dearest, you wore bored with housing your own spirit when your own spirit was loveless.”... Read more »
What do you want most to do with your kids when they grow older? Bring them to Central Park to stay on line for Shakespeare in the Park, so... Read more »
Who do you write for, Dana? I mostly write for myself. If that’s true, then buy a notebook and start writing. Read more »
The day I met Elvis, I also lost my virginity. I know. You don’t believe me, and you are right. I did not lose my ordinary virginity as in... Read more »
In 1995 I had my first encounter with Fleet Week. For almost a year I had been acting in plays off-off Broadway and taken acting classes in NYC, at... Read more »
Once I reached 40 I paid attention to the way I dress. Or better said, to the way I present myself in public. Clean, perfumed, manicured, pedicured, waxed, hair done.... Read more »
I’m 47 years old and have survived failure. Forgetting to smile when I wake up. Failing to scream never at my loving daughters. Read more »
On August 18, 1936, a 38-year-old Spanish poet named Federico García Lorca was taken from a jail cell in the city of Granada, escorted to a courtyard in the... Read more »
I am a failed actress. Among other failures. This one I am fond of because it taught me how to love good acting. Which I could not do. Read more »