Hey Dad, Happy Pride

Hey Dad, It was Father's Day last week, and Mark and I were in France after a couple weeks in Italy. I thought of you while I walked along the French Riviera in search of some shade, thinking you would appreciate the beauty for about five minutes then complain of the heat and look for an air … [Read more...]

Happy Mother’s Day, Mrs. Bechdel

Days and days and days That's how it happens Days and days and days Made of lunches And car rides And shirts and socks And grades And piano And no one clocks the day you disappear. Days and days and days That's how it happens Days and days and days Made of posing And … [Read more...]

Mama

My mama was born in a tiny town in West Virginia. So tiny and insignificant I've never put its name to memory. Her mom, my grandma Bittenger, was a verbally abusive and hateful person. She told my mother her entire life she was ugly and worthless. My mom could not wait to move away from home. At … [Read more...]

Laughter

When I started doing standup I had not planned on telling any jokes about my father. Prior to that experience I had a long history of being a comedic actress and writer, but I never used my personal life as material. I thought it was exploitive. I've never been a fan of reality-based … [Read more...]

The Glass Closet

When I think of closets, I think of them as dark hiding places. I think of isolation. I think of lacking air. I am not gay, so I don't know what the closet is like for my father who is. I can only tell you what it's like to see his coming out, a process that to this day is incomplete. It is a … [Read more...]