Hobocamp

Amy Sedaris is fantastically funny. I mean, real, in the bones funny. And crazy cute. Like tiny, porcelain doll food. Cute. and funny. Here's what she wrote for Griff and I on our copy of "I Like You"

Have you seen this doll?

WARNING: According to AP reports, Hopscotch Heather has been spotted, apparently heading south from Ohio. Witnesses report that Heather was last seen around Kentucky, uttering a deranged rant about her fathers, who apparently abandoned the devil spawn and skipped town.

Heather always wears a pink outfit, and may or may not have the sign of the devil tattooed to her face. She tends to move slowly, as she is physically unable to walk without hopping.

If seen, do not approach. And don't forget to use both feet.

Chick

I'm just back from a visit with my aunt and uncle in my Southern Ohio, Appalachian birthplace: Portsmouth.
Going home means stories of my relatives from at least one hundred years back.
My grandfather was a mean drunk father of 9 who worked in a steel mill all of his life and beat his wife.
How ironic he was called 'Chick.'

from kathryn

Kathryn Schulz is my very good friend from Brooklyn, who spoke at our ceremony, and is writing a book, and just yesterday, sent me this:

Don't know if you've seen this yet, but it's San Diego Mayor Jerry
Sanders' 11th-hour conversion about gay marriage. I found it quite
amazing, and promptly wrote to thank him. I was particularly struck
by how very rarely we see signs of real emotional wrestling in
politics these days, which is very much in evidence in this case --
somewhat astonishingly so, I thought. (I was also struck the by the
potential political power of gay daughters. Mary Cheney, are you
listening?)

Please watch his statement -- it's a pretty stunning clip. I emailed him too.

Joyce thinks . . . . about her sister.

So few people know I have a sister. With my glamorous Hollywood life, successful television career, and the release of Joyceful Living this fall, I have to remind people that there is wind beneath my wings.

Sharon DeWitt. My sister. My hero.

Parkrose Peace Labyrinth

(PS: I apologize for being so media challenged in this blog.)

How to cheer up!

Good advice from my baby!

Are We There Yet?

This was a Sunday afternoon. I know, crazy! Thank Gawd for MARTA. She keeps me sane! (Chad and I were walking back to the Marta station, over I-75/85, after a stroll through IKEA)