November 15, 2007

\”Bitch, bastard, damn, s–t.\” Okay, her menschiness has never taken a traditional form. But the crowds roared. The performer was 2-year-old Sarah. The stage was our living room. The set was our father\’s lap on one of our giant round sponges — 1970s artsy chairs — in orange and beige stripes, upon the bright green carpet of our living room.