“It’s like my characters, all my men are Dad and me in a mess; all my female characters are smart and hopeful, like Mom just trying to make the best of things.”

I locked in on the smug feeling of superiority that married couples give off and that permeated the air – the shared assumptions, the sweet and contented apathy, it all lingered everywhere – despite the absence in the room of anyone single at which to aim this.

After a while you learn that everything stops.

Do you know what Ed Gein said about women?’ […] ‘”When I see a pretty girl walking down the street I think two things.

My views about God come from my dad. Dad told me that he believed Nature, which to him included humankind, to be so beautiful, so magnificent, that there had to be something behind it all.

My dad never graduated high school. He was a printing salesman.

My dad loved comedians, especially George Jessel, and he loved Henny Youngman and Buddy Hackett.

I grew up on the back of a motorcycle – my dad didn’t have a car until I was a teenager. And then my closest friend from grade school was a guy.

I started out being a stand up and writing my own material. That took me to Talk Soup, where I was writing and performing for TV.

I was raised by a single dad, so I’ve always just kind of liked “guys” stuff. I think my dad just took me to the things he was interested in.

I miss my Dad. My Dad loved cheesy monster movies, so we’d have Godzilla movie marathons. Those are some of my favorite memories, laughing at how the monster outfits were so bad, like black garbage bags for heads.

Ay Dad, brush my hair one time. Hey pops! Come brush my hair.