I 'm sitting at a café table working on a new play, based off a short one called JUJU GOES TO PAHRUMP, written last November. if you didn't notice the dozens of children screaming and throwing the balls out of the pit, and if you didn't notice my purse full of snacks, then my life hasn't changed much. one of the boys who keeps forgetting and breaking the no throwing balls rule is my son Dante. He's four, but he tells everyone he's five, and mom's usually look at me and I shrug. but that's better than a few moths ago when he was telling everyone he was 16. I guess I need to go gently remind him to stop.

wait for me Juju!! I'll be right back!!