I'm half Jewish half WASP.

I mean, I - it's so funny, I am, you know, I am, you know, a working woman out in the world, but I still live with my parents half the time. I've been sort of taking this very long, stuttering period of moving out.

I never thought of myself as like, a funny person.

She has never listened to Deepak Chopra, switched to almond milk, or meditated. Yet she is here, in the chair by the window in the house she was born in, outliving her husband and siblings and nephews and friends.

I refresh Twitter as thoughtlessly as some twirl their hair.

I am not a particularly political person, but, as a Tribeca resident, the commodification of September 11th is offensive to me.