I’ve had a lot of mother figures. But by the time my mom came into my life, it wasn’t a ‘mommy’ thing. It’s more of an adult relationship.
There are all of these people that say, my mommy doesn’t love me enough, my daddy doesn’t hug me enough. There are some people that would want to coddle them somewhere. I want them to shut up and stop whining.
Christmas brings us great music: Everything from Handel’s ‘Messiah’ to ‘White Christmas,’ to ‘I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus.’
I love writing but hate starting. The page is awfully white, and it says, ‘You may have fooled some of the people some of the time, but those days are over, giftless. I’m not your agent, and I’m not your mommy; I’m a white piece of paper. You wanna dance with me?’ and I really, really don’t. I’ll go peaceable-like.
It benefits my girls to see a mommy who is living her dream.
I was bored by going to Mommy and Me, and I certainly didn’t want to write about it.
I have – thank you, Mommy – family money, thank you, which is nice.
I don’t want a life without my mom in it, but I’m not someone who curls up in the fetal position and says, ‘Mommy, take care of me!’ I don’t like people catering to me. It feels so awkward and uncomfortable.
I was once part of a Christmas cabaret. I sang ‘I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus.’ I tap-danced. I had a ten-gallon hat. It was quite absurd.
My first and most important job is being a mommy.
They have the big ferris wheel and we’ve been out of town for two months, so he just was like, ‘Mommy I want to go to Toys R Us and I don’t care if you have a movie coming out and all that.’ He was just being a kid. But I had to allow him to have that moment.
Mommy and Daddy both had jobs when I was a kid, so, like a lot of people my age, TV became Mommy and books became Daddy.
My mom lives with me. She lives with me, yeah. I’m a mommy’s boy, you know.
For me, ‘Mommy’ was about developing very humane characters that would be very credible and endearing and work onscreen.
Mommy, why does daddy cuss the TV and call it Howard?
I always wanted to be a mommy.
It’s a crazy world, and I just want to remain true to myself, if that means I remain true to my core group of friends that I’ve had for umpteen years and being a mommy.
I remember being in Atlantic City once when I was 18 or 19, and a sea of people were screaming and pulling their hair because I was there. It was weird. Nobody deserves adulation like that. I tried to explain it to my kids once. I said, ‘Mommy used to be kind of cool, kind of like a Britney Spears.’
I have been very fortunate to have a partner who really stepped up and have wonderful children who do a lot of things that make it easy for Mommy to do this work.
My mommy raised me so well.
My feeling about my own work is, I could be writing ‘The Aeneid’ and they would still have to call it chick lit or mommy lit or menopausal old hag lit.
I wouldn’t call myself a geek, but I do sometimes teach Mommy and Daddy stuff about computers. And I do watch TV, but only informative programmes like the news and documentaries.
I’ve started the adoption process… I really want to be a mommy.
I don’t have time to write a mom blog, but I’m not against it. I think it’s great when women talk about things. I’m all about female empowerment. There’s a lot of lonely, lost moms out there. Moms need to be encouraged to tell the truth. There’s a lot of glamour mommy stuff. It’s OK to get real.
My mom did this really cool thing: when ‘Pulp Fiction’ came out on video, she made, like, a ‘mommy edit.’ She took two VCRs and dubbed ‘Pulp Fiction’ from one tape to the next and edited out all the parts she thought were unsuitable for a kid. It was basically, like, the opening and ending credits.
I always laugh about it because when I come in with hair extensions or lashes or all this makeup, she’s like, ‘Take it off, mommy, you’re beautiful just the way you are.’ It’s amazing to think that a 6-year-old can have what so many women of my generation are struggling to figure out.
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