I’m spending this weekend with a group of women I love. They are all creatives….artists, comedians, writers, photographers, actresses, creators, news people, hosts and analytics. I’ve met them throughout my career and, although we all work in different disciplines, we have many of the same issues in common. Our careers, while exciting, sometimes leave us working in a “bubble”….working alone, with no “co-workers” or set schedule to keep us on track. Staying motivated, focused and inspired can sometimes be a struggle with very few people to bounce ideas off of.

I had a few days open at the shore house so I invited

I’m pretty sure it’s supposed to be “Mysterious”…but I feel like I’ve tested the Lord in a number of ways, so now he’s just straight aggressive. Let me explain.

Even after 21 years as a stand-up, I don’t know I consider myself an “artist”. I’m sure I’ve earned the title but when I think of “artists” I think of earthy women with low pony tails, no bra and sensible shoes. (I know I have ugly shoes but still don’t qualify) Maybe I’ve got that imposter syndrome people are always talking about.

A few years ago, while faking my way through stand-up, hosting shows and motherhood, people started asking me if I was going to write a book.

I love my kids….let’s start there. Sure, sometimes they stink, brushing their teeth can apparently be a “goal” for the day versus a necessity and only God know what “aesthetic” they are going for when dressing….but I love them.

They are now 24, 21 and 19 and we’ve gotten past the point where I know nothing…which was game changer. Mind you, this “you don’t know anything” period lasted about twelve years, but sometime while entering their twenties, I birthed a brain and some knowledge they sometimes

My car died last week…Like an overworked mom trying to keep her sh*t together, she was going about her day, trying to get me to Brooke’s concert, when she started throwing gang symbols (warning lights) about the tires, the transmission and the oil, in succession…then, she just turned off and gently floated to the safety of the shoulder of the road. I’d been filling up the back right tire weekly, the oil every three weeks and stalling out at traffic lights for a few months. I knew the end was coming. I had been saving for about a year so I’d be ready for this fateful day…but alas, when spending that much money, you are NEVER ready.

But, the question remains….Who am I now?… in car language?

I love my kids….let’s start there. Sure, sometimes they stink, brushing their teeth can apparently be a “goal” for the day versus a necessity and only God know what “aesthetic” they are going for when dressing….but I love them.

They are now 24, 21 and 19 and we’ve gotten past the point where I know nothing…which was game changer. Mind you, this “you don’t know anything” period lasted about twelve years, but sometime while entering their twenties, I birthed a brain and some knowledge they sometimes