Author: Daniella Latham

Sarah Silverman

Women Who Inspire: Sarah Silverman

                  NAME: Sarah Silverman AGE: 43 OCCUPATION: Sarah Silverman is a dirty-minded author, comedian, actor and — for those dreamers amongst us — partner in crime. WHO SHE IS: She’s the girl who says what we wish we had the cojones to say. And she does it often and well. Her experience includes a stint on SNL (though she was fired after one season), bit parts in several movies (There’s Something About Mary, School of Rock) and acting as one of the creative forces behind the YouTube channel JASH. She’s probably better known, though, for her headline role in The Sarah Silverman Program, her film and one-woman show, Sarah Silverman: Jesus Is Magic and her Emmy-winning video for then-boyfriend Jimmy Kimmel, “I’m Fucking Matt Damon.” Then there’s Sarah’s memoir, The Bedwetter: Stories of Courage and Pee, plus a hosting gig for the MTV Music Awards. And her role in The Aristocrats? Just beyond. The controversial performer has had her hand slapped multiple times for so-called racism, sexism and generally offensive …

Married, With Pets: Opting for a Furry Family

As I’m writing this, my 11-year-old son and five-year-old daughter are fighting over toys and running around the house. They stop and look at me, then at the cupboard where we keep the snacks. Those little faces know that I’ll give in and give up soon, meaning it’s cookie time. They’re average kids, with the exception that that they’re of the furry kind with four paws. More and more, I’m meeting like-minded marrieds in their 30s and 40s who have chosen to adopt rescue dogs — and love them just like family. You know how moms post endless baby pictures on Facebook? I love to see them and adore my friends’ children. But my own bragging is about PetSmart Basic Training graduation and how well behaved my dog is around the larger breeds. There is a special camaraderie among this group of people that are owned by their dogs. Our conversations at the dog park are very much like the mothers at the playground, except we’re exchanging training tips, discussing the latest in organic snacks, …

Looking Back: The House of Saint Fannie

It was located on a familiar, winding, bumpy road that held the memories of youth. There was always a flurry of activity in our house growing up, along with the daily traffic that cut the tree-lined suburban street and turned it into a raceway. Each driver navigated the sharp curve as if they were Mario Andretti, minus the looks and money that went along with that type of fame. A 1950’s split-level, the house sat a stone’s throw from the center of the universe (Manhattan) and it gave off the feeling that anything was possible. I lived with my mother and my grandparents. My grandfather stood out as the only truly present man in our lives, and his moral center was paired with Saint Fannie, my grandmother, the matriarch who cooked a mean eggplant parmesan and was my favorite person on earth. As a child growing up in 1970’s suburban New Jersey, nothing could touch us. Life was good — golden, in fact. I had no siblings, so it was always just the four of …