Tag: Dad

  • written by…

    Last Friday was a big day. I arrived at the office early to write email. My phone rang. “Pam, you have a delivery.” At the front desk, there’s a delivery of roses in all different colors. It’s beautiful. Suzanne says, “Now, I’ve had some experience with this. I really want these to be from your…

  • Dear Microsoft Word,

    Please stop crashing. Why do you hate these five pages I keep trying to write? I’m so close to finishing this draft of the manuscript and I really need to send it to my editor and I’d really like for you to stop having to “unexpectedly shut down.” Because it makes me cry, Microsoft Word.…

  • I Fold.

    I had a dream about Dad the other night. He had this basement installed in the house, which — whatever — and he wanted to show me all of the antiques he had started collecting. It was a bizarre collection of ugly statues and souvenirs from places he’d never been. Some he bragged about scoring…

  • “So I lit a firecracker, went off in my eye.”

    [readermail] to: pamie@pamie.com date: August 2, 2005 10:59:24 AM PDT subject: (no subject) I had A dream that I was At My House And I was Crying for mys sister that I haven’t seen in a long time. WHAT DOES IT MEAN? -MEAGAN [/readermail] I don’t know why Meagan thinks I can interpret her dreams.…

  • matter and antimatter

    I spent the morning watching What the Bleep Do We Know, a movie with a very silly name, a Yanni-esque website, and a scene with a ridiculous wedding interlude, but a movie that got in my head nonetheless. It attempts to explain quantum physics in the most layman’s terms, relating it to our perception of…

  • closure.

    I had only driven through Palm Springs once, since I left it twenty years ago, and that was when I was moving to Los Angeles, the Meat of Cheese sitting by my side. I remember feeling nervous as I drove through it, and I called home to tell Dad I was driving though the place…

  • processing the new year

    processing the new year

    The morning after the wedding, we woke up and listened to this song in bed and thought about how happy we were and how perfectly the wedding went and how lucky we were to have these amazing friends and family who braved the rain and snow and winds and this strange waterfall that happens on…

  • Drop It Like It’s — ow.

    If there was any wonder how much fun I had at my own wedding, the proof was in today’s doctor bill. I danced so much in those shoes that I have this. The day after the wedding the arch of my foot had shooting pains whenever I went on my tiptoes. I knew I had…

  • The good, the bad and the unknown.

    Working on this television show is teaching me how to add more specifics to my writing. When I write here, or a recap, or even a script Liz and I will eventually perform, there’s a tendency to write in shorthand, to deliver enough information that someone “gets it,” and then move on. Here I’m learning…