I was chatting on the phone with my old college chum, Tess Rafferty, last week. We’ve been losing out minds lately, so we’ve been checking in with each other. She’s a comedy screenwriter living through a strike. I’ve got my various things going on.
She worries about me, about all the people I’ve been taking care of recently.
The son of friends turned eig…
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