I'm mostly retired. Now I'm a mother with a really noisy, difficult house to maintain!
Our family was on the lunatic fringe. My mother was always completely irrepressible. My father made crowd noises into a microphone.
I can barely recall a single holiday when my father didn't make a scene or create some kind of chaos. We were always walking on eggshells.
Always, ever since I was a little girl, my house has been basically a zoo.
I grew up in a house that had a whole lot of trouble. As much trouble as you could imagine.
Being the father of girls is a kind of illness, in its own way - since any guy who has tried to live in a house with a wife and two daughters is, without any doubt, going to go certifiably nuts.
I grew up in a household where everybody lived at the top of his lungs.
I like candles. It helps cover up for the fact that I have four male roommates.
It's all chaos and the house is occasionally filthy but I get to stand at the school gates. Writers are so lucky to have that flexibility.
I have three boys, so I live in a household full of testosterone.
You should see my house. It's sort of explosive. Like a crazy person lives there.
