RT @kumailn: I don’t know what to do. Evil is being done right now and we are afraid to get too loud. This moment in time will d… https://t.co/D3zbLPjYwU
I don’t tend to write about “safe” subjects; I feel driven, somehow, to buck certain conventions — many of which are sacred to a lot of people. Some people have asked me whether it bothers me when I’m criticized for what I write. The answer is no, not at all. I don’t think I’m “brave” to write what I do, nor am I offended when others don’t care for it. I share this now because that’s part of what the unconditional approval of a parent does for a child. It acts as a shield against the judgment of others. When our parents approve of who we are, how we act, what we do — even when the outside world doesn’t “get us,” even when THEY don’t fully get us themselves! — it reads as love in the eyes of a child. And that is the greatest gift a child, young or old, can be afforded. So thank you, Dad, for allowing me to always be myself, for encouraging my greatest passion in life, despite the fact that it wasn’t the most lucrative, and for being my biggest, best, and most loyal fan for as long as I have been writing. Never has there been a piece of my writing you didn’t read and compliment. Never have I had a Facebook post you didn’t “like.” (Often you were the only one!) Never has there been a day I haven’t felt your approval of everything I am coming through your end of the telephone. I love you, Dad, and I think you look incredibly handsome in your Satchmo hat. My world is, indeed, wonderful — in no small part thanks to you. Happy Father’s Day.
lisa + frank 💘
I just learned from NPR that Jerry Maren, the last living Munchkin from the Wizard of Oz, has died. It led me to dig out this picture of me wearing an unnervingly shiny shirt and receiving a 🍭 from a member of the Lollipop Guild. You know, as you do. Maren is in the suit, standing to my left. He was the youngest cast member when the movie was filmed in 1939 and the last to leave us. There were about seven living Munchkins back when I thought it was okay to wear this shirt out in public. Now I know better... and they’re all dead...
Rest peacefully, Jerry. You were my favorite.
Book trailer for RELAX, IT'S JUST GOD
Subscribe for Updates!
The collection this block was previously pointing to has been removed. Please select another.