I Fell Completely In Love With Acting.

Cary Benjamin Sleeps Dreamily On My Stomach As We're Both Bonding And Recuperating. He's Phenomenal.

The Grief Of Losing My Father Has Come In Waves Over The Years, As It Does With Most People. His Love And Devotion As A Father Provided My Closest, Most Intimate Relationship. Dad, And Our Time Together, Is In My Bones. While Reflecting On Him, The Memories Themselves Seem To Boil Down Into Certain 'essences Of Dad.'

I Remember Going On Carriage Rides With Dad When We'd Visit. I Think Quiet L.a. Suited Him Better, But He Loved To See Shows Here, He Loved To Visit His Friends In The Hamptons.

At Some Level It's Still Hard For Me To Admit That My Father Died. I Can Talk About It And Around It, But Those Two Words. 'he Died.' What Can That Possibly Mean? That I Won't Get To Hear His Voice Again?

I'm Sure There Was Some Part Of His Soul Was Intrinsically Happy, But He Probably Had To Go Through Some Permutations To Really Get That To Blossom. I'm Sure Dad Had His Challenges, But I Think That Joy Was There From The Beginning And He Had To Find A Way To Make His Life Support That And Express That.