Our play, Love, Loss, and What I Wore, is closing in New York on March 25 after more than 1000 performances.

It has been the most remarkable creative experience -- a show about women and for women, written, produced, directed, and performed by women.   It's been so much fun.  A divine ride.  From the bottom of my heart I thank everyone who came.  I thank Ilene Beckerman for writing the book, and all the awesome actresses, 120, who brought it to life.  We were so fortunate in all our collaborators -- our remarkable, committed producer Daryl Roth, our inspired director Karen Carpenter, our friends who contributed their stories, and all the people who worked on the show at the Westside Theater.  I especially thank my sister and co-writer, Nora Ephron.  Sisterhood is powerful.  Love to all.

Published in the New York Times Op-Ed

 

BANKS are eating up all the real estate in my neighborhood. I live on a basically residential street, and within three and a half short blocks of my house are eight banks: two Chase, one Wells Fargo, one Citi, one HSBC, one Bank of America, one Sovereign and one Capital One. Go two more blocks and there are 10 banks (one more Chase and one more Citi).

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Published in the New York Times Op-Ed

My dad, Alec Baldwin and all the uproar men.

My dad can’t tweet because he’s dead. He died in 1982, when telephones were about the only way to have a conversation with someone who was not in the same place you were.

My dad was an uproar man. Uproar was his specialty. He loved calling one daughter with news of another, often inaccurate, trying to stir up trouble and envy. When he was close to death and could barely recognize his own hands, he could remember my telephone number and continued to call any hour of the day or night. There was no caller ID then. I didn’t have the option of knowing who it was and not answering.

“Hello,” I would say.

“Your sister won the Pulitzer,” he would say. And hang up.

As I said, he never got it right.

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