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I'm Usually Called Upon To Play The Dreary Suicidal Girl.

When My Dad Needed A Shirt Ironed, He Would Yell Downstairs To My Mother, Who Would Drop Everything And Iron His Shirt.

Every Summer My Husband And I Pack Our Suitcases, Load Our Kids Into The Car, And Drive From Tense, Crowded New York City To My Family's Cottage In Maine. It's On An Island, With Stretches Of Sea And Sandy Beaches, Rocky Coasts, And Pine Trees. We Barbecue, Swim, Lie Around, And Try To Do Nothing.

I Would Do 'american Splendor' And 'about Schmidt' Again In A Heartbeat.

I'm Way Too Disorganized.