“My favorite directors are Michel Gondry, Spike Jonze, and Patrick Daughters.”

I’ve always loved music videos – I used to make my own for bands like Pearl Jam.

So she pulled the cord out of the wall, opened the second-floor window, and just threw it out the window.

One time, my mom told us, ‘No TV.’ It was 3 P.M., and I was sneaking it in. She put her hand on the back of the TV to see if it was warm, and it was.

I’m raising a daughter. I want to be able to say to her, “You can be anything you want. You can be the President of the United States.” I’d love that.

Mom loved my brother more. Not that she didn’t love me – I felt the wash of her love every day.

It was like we were exchanging codes, on how to be a father and a daughter, like we’d read about it in a manual, translated from another language, and were doing our best with what we could understand.

Pouring over me, but it was a different kind, siphoned from a different, and tamer, body of water. I was her darling daughter; Joseph was her it.

A daughter needs a dad to be the standard against which she will judge all men.

How we dwelt in two worlds the daughters and the mothers in the kingdom of the sons.

Our personalities seem dangerously to blur and overlap with our mother’s; and, in a desperate attempt to know where mother ends and daughter begins, we perform radical surgery.

Mothers and daughters have always exchanged with each other – beyond the verbally transmitted lore of female survival.