Self

Last night I went to see Dave Matthews Band at The Hollywood Bowl because Dave Matthews is an outstanding musician with an incredible catalog of songs, despite what all you eye-rolling hipsters think. I guarantee you all listened to him ten years ago just like I did. I was curious about what the experience would be like almost 12 years after my last DMB concert-going …

The awesome outpouring of love and support after my post yesterday was encouraging, inspiring and touching. Thank you all. I won’t let either of us down. For now it’s one foot in front of the next, and mornings spent doing something strikingly similar to the below. My name is also Jessica, and I have those same pajamas. The only real different is the size of …

…Great about it. I’ve been dreading this post – the one I’ve written every August 7th for the past five years – because I felt I hadn’t come to any conclusions about my own 2-9 mark. I didn’t feel particularly anxious or particularly calm. I didn’t have very many regrets about my 20s, and I know that those I do have are just a product …

Today I will do what is, perhaps, the most ridiculous ceremonial thing out of all the ridiculous ceremonial things I do (treat myself to a fancy hotel dirty martini every time I finish a script being a close second on the list). I will go to the Bank of America and take out $40 from the ATM. I will have the bank teller break that …

I have aging on the brain. Since my post about turning 29, I’ve been thinking even more about turning 30. It’s happening to people everywhere I turn! Just last weekend I attended a spectacular bash to ring in a friend’s crossing to the old side. There was a photo booth, obviously intended to capture images of us looking the best we’ll ever look. Not that …