Wendy Wasserstein is dead; she died of lymphoma and left behind a daughter the same age as my oldest son.
You may know her as the prize-winning author of The Heidi Chronicles, which I saw in the summer of 1989, my first summer on my own in New York City. Of course I had to see it: my name was in it, and I always thought it was more an insight to my mother's generation than anything that resonated in my life. A bit of history, not sociology. But it was good and she was good, and I'm sad for her family.
Closer to home, two more people on my flist are dealing with loss of loved ones tonight. May peace be with all of you.
You may know her as the prize-winning author of The Heidi Chronicles, which I saw in the summer of 1989, my first summer on my own in New York City. Of course I had to see it: my name was in it, and I always thought it was more an insight to my mother's generation than anything that resonated in my life. A bit of history, not sociology. But it was good and she was good, and I'm sad for her family.
Closer to home, two more people on my flist are dealing with loss of loved ones tonight. May peace be with all of you.