Luxury spas don’t offer “Travel with Kids” as a treatment option for good reason.
Travel with kids is fraught. For me, it involves tactical and strategic preparation for all scenarios – likely and unlikely – that could occur in zones where there are not a lot of options to handle problems, and too many opportunities for people to be anything but helpful. Nowadays, of course, there is the added benefit of someone possibly live-tweeting a stressful moment in line at The Great American Bagel.
I’ve received a lot of happy news this week.
I am so excited to be back in The Sun again this month. The theme was “What Matters Most.” You can read my submission here, and I strongly encourage you to get a subscription to this gorgeous magazine.
I mean, this cover alone is stunning:
I also found out that the film I produced and co-wrote, Fixed Up, won top honors at the Best Shorts Competition this past week. I’ll be blogging more about that in coming days.
For now, we are knee-deep in Spring Break, here where the weather is gray and windy. We warm ourselves with takeout wings and sit close on the couch to watch finals of games I could care less about, but that fascinate the rest of my gang.
It’s pretty wonderful.
May your team win or lose with abandon.
I have a lot to say about the ridiculous notion that “women aren’t funny.” While most people in comedy would balk at that, I have over a decade of experience in that world that confirms that there is a very narrow lane for women, a lane that thankfully more and more women are trying to widen.
That’s a deep discussion for another time (where I am more than happy to tell you how many times in various improv classes I was told to “be ok” with constantly being assigned to play a hooker because if I were any good, I could be THE SMARTEST HOOKER IN THE ROOM!).
I want to focus on the future. Namely on my daughter.
