As Soon As A Women Gets To

My Stepfather, John O'hara, Was The Goodest Man There Was. He Was Not A Man Of Many Words, But Of Carefully Chosen Ones. He Was The One Parent Who Didn't Try To Fix Me. One Night I Sat On His Lap In His Chair By The Wood Stove, Sobbing. He Just Held Me Quietly And Then Asked Only, "what Does It Feel Like?" It Was The First Time I Was Prompted To Articulate It. I Thought About It, Then Said, "i Feel Homesick." That Still Feels Like The Most Accurate Description - I Felt Homesick, But I Was Home.

If I Have To Write By A Certain Time, I Can Pull Through, But Usually I Just Let Stuff Happen, Hanging Out With Comic Friends - Or Bringing A Basic Idea On Stage And Seeing If It Goes Anywhere.

I Love Children. I'm Embarrassingly Baby-crazy.

I Like Trying Jokes And Seeing The Response, And If I End Up Doing It In My Act, It Won't Be 140 Characters. Twitter Is Helpful That Way To Me. It's Like A Message In A Bottle. But A Lot Of Times I Think I Tweet The Stuff I Would Like To Say To Teenage Me.

I Just Look Like A Transvestite When I Try To Dress Up. There's No Place To Hide My Balls.