Andrew Roe

“I love Tylenol.” *

“Daddy’s like Santa. He knows everything.” *

“Fries, fries.” **

“My dinosaur pillow needs more fluff.” *

“I’m nothing.” *

“Pan-da.” **

“Can I have a parachute some day?” *

“Shoes, shoes.” **

“Do you want to watch me pee?” *

“Uh-oh.” **

“You need to do another film of me so I can be on TV.” *

“Ooooooooooh.” **

“Your booty. Your booty. Shake your booty off the dance floor.” *

“Dog-gie.” **

“Dead means you’re dead.” *

“Yuck.” *

“Are we shooting the breeze?” *

“All right.” **

“I’m never going to die, Mommy. I’m never going to ever die, not even today.” *

* Ethan (4)

** Henry and/or Celia (21 mos.)

Scott Garson was kind enough to ask me to contribute to the latest Wigleaf writers’ playlist.

The theme this time is love and sex.

My piece is about Van Morrison’s “Astral Weeks” and when I first moved to San Francisco. This was a long time ago.

Other contributors include: Amelia Gray, Jen Pieroni, Kirsty Logan, Trent England, Roxane Gay, Jim Ruland, Crispin Best, Elizabeth Ellen, Angi Becker Stevens, Lauren Becker, Nicolle Elizabeth, Amanda Nazario, Ben Loory and M.T. Fallon.

And speaking of Mr. Garson, you can preorder his “American Gymnopédies” here.

Yes, according to this WSJ article.

Recently I was wondering: What’s the most important thing I’ve ever written?

First, I started thinking of certain stories, my unpublished novel, the novel I’m currently working on, the nonfiction/memoir-y thing I’m also working on.

Then I realized no: The most important thing I’ve ever written was my father’s eulogy.

The second most important thing I’ve ever written was my aunt’s eulogy, which I gave yesterday.