Yesterday our sweet soulful beautiful crazy Maisie left this world, at home in my arms, gobbling chocolate kisses from my hand —true to herself to the end. She was a fiercely barking watchdog against anyone outside the window, but always ebulliently thrilled to see any person who walked through the door. She loved paper: paper towels, toilet paper, cardboard, books, magazines, instruction pamphlets, mail, something she found in somebody’s bag they left on the floor. Shredding it, eating it, leaving a trail of it all over the house and yard. She loved being chased and chasing balls. But never figured out to bring the ball back. She loved a good tug-of-war, and ripping her stuffed toys apart. She loved FOOD AND TREATS AND FOOD AND TREATS AND FOOD AND TREATS. The girl could and would eat anything and would never stop trying to eat everything. She loved the camera and the camera loved her. She lived with two cancers in the last two and a half years, and still followed me room to room, everywhere I went, even when she could hardly pull herself up to wobbly walk. She was loyal. She was a comfort to me through tumultuous times. She made us laugh a lot. She loved us. And we loved her. Always. I am thinking of her somewhere beautiful, lounging with her sister Ruth, her husband Stitch, and her boyfriend Slicky, enjoying an endless buffet of all of the paper products she desires. Rest in Peace, Maisie, my love. 2009 – 2023
Yesterday our sweet soulful beautiful crazy Maisie left this world, at home in my arms, gobbling chocolate kisses from my hand —true to herself to the end. She was a fiercely barking watchdog against anyone outside the window, but always ebulliently thrilled to see any person who walked through the door. She loved paper: paper towels, toilet paper, cardboard, books, magazines, instruction pamphlets, mail, something she found in somebody’s bag they left on the floor. Shredding it, eating it, leaving a trail of it all over the house and yard. She loved being chased and chasing balls. But never figured out to bring the ball back. She loved a good tug-of-war, and ripping her stuffed toys apart. She loved FOOD AND TREATS AND FOOD AND TREATS AND FOOD AND TREATS. The girl could and would eat anything and would never stop trying to eat everything. She loved the camera and the camera loved her. She lived with two cancers in the last two and a half years, and still followed me room to room, everywhere I went, even when she could hardly pull herself up to wobbly walk. She was loyal. She was a comfort to me through tumultuous times. She made us laugh a lot. She loved us. And we loved her. Always. I am thinking of her somewhere beautiful, lounging with her sister Ruth, her husband Stitch, and her boyfriend Slicky, enjoying an endless buffet of all of the paper products she desires. Rest in Peace, Maisie, my love. 2009 – 2023
Yesterday our sweet soulful beautiful crazy Maisie left this world, at home in my arms, gobbling chocolate kisses from my hand —true to herself to the end. She was a fiercely barking watchdog against anyone outside the window, but always ebulliently thrilled to see any person who walked through the door. She loved paper: paper towels, toilet paper, cardboard, books, magazines, instruction pamphlets, mail, something she found in somebody’s bag they left on the floor. Shredding it, eating it, leaving a trail of it all over the house and yard. She loved being chased and chasing balls. But never figured out to bring the ball back. She loved a good tug-of-war, and ripping her stuffed toys apart. She loved FOOD AND TREATS AND FOOD AND TREATS AND FOOD AND TREATS. The girl could and would eat anything and would never stop trying to eat everything. She loved the camera and the camera loved her. She lived with two cancers in the last two and a half years, and still followed me room to room, everywhere I went, even when she could hardly pull herself up to wobbly walk. She was loyal. She was a comfort to me through tumultuous times. She made us laugh a lot. She loved us. And we loved her. Always. I am thinking of her somewhere beautiful, lounging with her sister Ruth, her husband Stitch, and her boyfriend Slicky, enjoying an endless buffet of all of the paper products she desires. Rest in Peace, Maisie, my love. 2009 – 2023
Yesterday our sweet soulful beautiful crazy Maisie left this world, at home in my arms, gobbling chocolate kisses from my hand —true to herself to the end. She was a fiercely barking watchdog against anyone outside the window, but always ebulliently thrilled to see any person who walked through the door. She loved paper: paper towels, toilet paper, cardboard, books, magazines, instruction pamphlets, mail, something she found in somebody’s bag they left on the floor. Shredding it, eating it, leaving a trail of it all over the house and yard. She loved being chased and chasing balls. But never figured out to bring the ball back. She loved a good tug-of-war, and ripping her stuffed toys apart. She loved FOOD AND TREATS AND FOOD AND TREATS AND FOOD AND TREATS. The girl could and would eat anything and would never stop trying to eat everything. She loved the camera and the camera loved her. She lived with two cancers in the last two and a half years, and still followed me room to room, everywhere I went, even when she could hardly pull herself up to wobbly walk. She was loyal. She was a comfort to me through tumultuous times. She made us laugh a lot. She loved us. And we loved her. Always. I am thinking of her somewhere beautiful, lounging with her sister Ruth, her husband Stitch, and her boyfriend Slicky, enjoying an endless buffet of all of the paper products she desires. Rest in Peace, Maisie, my love. 2009 – 2023
Yesterday our sweet soulful beautiful crazy Maisie left this world, at home in my arms, gobbling chocolate kisses from my hand —true to herself to the end. She was a fiercely barking watchdog against anyone outside the window, but always ebulliently thrilled to see any person who walked through the door. She loved paper: paper towels, toilet paper, cardboard, books, magazines, instruction pamphlets, mail, something she found in somebody’s bag they left on the floor. Shredding it, eating it, leaving a trail of it all over the house and yard. She loved being chased and chasing balls. But never figured out to bring the ball back. She loved a good tug-of-war, and ripping her stuffed toys apart. She loved FOOD AND TREATS AND FOOD AND TREATS AND FOOD AND TREATS. The girl could and would eat anything and would never stop trying to eat everything. She loved the camera and the camera loved her. She lived with two cancers in the last two and a half years, and still followed me room to room, everywhere I went, even when she could hardly pull herself up to wobbly walk. She was loyal. She was a comfort to me through tumultuous times. She made us laugh a lot. She loved us. And we loved her. Always. I am thinking of her somewhere beautiful, lounging with her sister Ruth, her husband Stitch, and her boyfriend Slicky, enjoying an endless buffet of all of the paper products she desires. Rest in Peace, Maisie, my love. 2009 – 2023
Yesterday our sweet soulful beautiful crazy Maisie left this world, at home in my arms, gobbling chocolate kisses from my hand —true to herself to the end. She was a fiercely barking watchdog against anyone outside the window, but always ebulliently thrilled to see any person who walked through the door. She loved paper: paper towels, toilet paper, cardboard, books, magazines, instruction pamphlets, mail, something she found in somebody’s bag they left on the floor. Shredding it, eating it, leaving a trail of it all over the house and yard. She loved being chased and chasing balls. But never figured out to bring the ball back. She loved a good tug-of-war, and ripping her stuffed toys apart. She loved FOOD AND TREATS AND FOOD AND TREATS AND FOOD AND TREATS. The girl could and would eat anything and would never stop trying to eat everything. She loved the camera and the camera loved her. She lived with two cancers in the last two and a half years, and still followed me room to room, everywhere I went, even when she could hardly pull herself up to wobbly walk. She was loyal. She was a comfort to me through tumultuous times. She made us laugh a lot. She loved us. And we loved her. Always. I am thinking of her somewhere beautiful, lounging with her sister Ruth, her husband Stitch, and her boyfriend Slicky, enjoying an endless buffet of all of the paper products she desires. Rest in Peace, Maisie, my love. 2009 – 2023
Yesterday our sweet soulful beautiful crazy Maisie left this world, at home in my arms, gobbling chocolate kisses from my hand —true to herself to the end. She was a fiercely barking watchdog against anyone outside the window, but always ebulliently thrilled to see any person who walked through the door. She loved paper: paper towels, toilet paper, cardboard, books, magazines, instruction pamphlets, mail, something she found in somebody’s bag they left on the floor. Shredding it, eating it, leaving a trail of it all over the house and yard. She loved being chased and chasing balls. But never figured out to bring the ball back. She loved a good tug-of-war, and ripping her stuffed toys apart. She loved FOOD AND TREATS AND FOOD AND TREATS AND FOOD AND TREATS. The girl could and would eat anything and would never stop trying to eat everything. She loved the camera and the camera loved her. She lived with two cancers in the last two and a half years, and still followed me room to room, everywhere I went, even when she could hardly pull herself up to wobbly walk. She was loyal. She was a comfort to me through tumultuous times. She made us laugh a lot. She loved us. And we loved her. Always. I am thinking of her somewhere beautiful, lounging with her sister Ruth, her husband Stitch, and her boyfriend Slicky, enjoying an endless buffet of all of the paper products she desires. Rest in Peace, Maisie, my love. 2009 – 2023
Yesterday our sweet soulful beautiful crazy Maisie left this world, at home in my arms, gobbling chocolate kisses from my hand —true to herself to the end. She was a fiercely barking watchdog against anyone outside the window, but always ebulliently thrilled to see any person who walked through the door. She loved paper: paper towels, toilet paper, cardboard, books, magazines, instruction pamphlets, mail, something she found in somebody’s bag they left on the floor. Shredding it, eating it, leaving a trail of it all over the house and yard. She loved being chased and chasing balls. But never figured out to bring the ball back. She loved a good tug-of-war, and ripping her stuffed toys apart. She loved FOOD AND TREATS AND FOOD AND TREATS AND FOOD AND TREATS. The girl could and would eat anything and would never stop trying to eat everything. She loved the camera and the camera loved her. She lived with two cancers in the last two and a half years, and still followed me room to room, everywhere I went, even when she could hardly pull herself up to wobbly walk. She was loyal. She was a comfort to me through tumultuous times. She made us laugh a lot. She loved us. And we loved her. Always. I am thinking of her somewhere beautiful, lounging with her sister Ruth, her husband Stitch, and her boyfriend Slicky, enjoying an endless buffet of all of the paper products she desires. Rest in Peace, Maisie, my love. 2009 – 2023
Yesterday our sweet soulful beautiful crazy Maisie left this world, at home in my arms, gobbling chocolate kisses from my hand —true to herself to the end. She was a fiercely barking watchdog against anyone outside the window, but always ebulliently thrilled to see any person who walked through the door. She loved paper: paper towels, toilet paper, cardboard, books, magazines, instruction pamphlets, mail, something she found in somebody’s bag they left on the floor. Shredding it, eating it, leaving a trail of it all over the house and yard. She loved being chased and chasing balls. But never figured out to bring the ball back. She loved a good tug-of-war, and ripping her stuffed toys apart. She loved FOOD AND TREATS AND FOOD AND TREATS AND FOOD AND TREATS. The girl could and would eat anything and would never stop trying to eat everything. She loved the camera and the camera loved her. She lived with two cancers in the last two and a half years, and still followed me room to room, everywhere I went, even when she could hardly pull herself up to wobbly walk. She was loyal. She was a comfort to me through tumultuous times. She made us laugh a lot. She loved us. And we loved her. Always. I am thinking of her somewhere beautiful, lounging with her sister Ruth, her husband Stitch, and her boyfriend Slicky, enjoying an endless buffet of all of the paper products she desires. Rest in Peace, Maisie, my love. 2009 – 2023
Yesterday our sweet soulful beautiful crazy Maisie left this world, at home in my arms, gobbling chocolate kisses from my hand —true to herself to the end. She was a fiercely barking watchdog against anyone outside the window, but always ebulliently thrilled to see any person who walked through the door. She loved paper: paper towels, toilet paper, cardboard, books, magazines, instruction pamphlets, mail, something she found in somebody’s bag they left on the floor. Shredding it, eating it, leaving a trail of it all over the house and yard. She loved being chased and chasing balls. But never figured out to bring the ball back. She loved a good tug-of-war, and ripping her stuffed toys apart. She loved FOOD AND TREATS AND FOOD AND TREATS AND FOOD AND TREATS. The girl could and would eat anything and would never stop trying to eat everything. She loved the camera and the camera loved her. She lived with two cancers in the last two and a half years, and still followed me room to room, everywhere I went, even when she could hardly pull herself up to wobbly walk. She was loyal. She was a comfort to me through tumultuous times. She made us laugh a lot. She loved us. And we loved her. Always. I am thinking of her somewhere beautiful, lounging with her sister Ruth, her husband Stitch, and her boyfriend Slicky, enjoying an endless buffet of all of the paper products she desires. Rest in Peace, Maisie, my love. 2009 – 2023
It’s taken me a week to be able to even open Instagram, and yep, I’m sobbing. My heart is so full at seeing all of the incredible comments about Maisie, all of the empathy and warmth, all of the shared losses. Every single word means the world to me. Thank you ❤️
Heart crushing. She was so beautiful and wise and brave She was right all along. Sinéad, you meant so much to me and your music will forever.
Somebody PLEEEZE take this show to Broadway 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 #huntersthompson #joeiconis #lajollaplayhouse
Somebody PLEEEZE take this show to Broadway 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 #huntersthompson #joeiconis #lajollaplayhouse
Proud to be a SAG-AFTRA member since 1986. Proud to walk the SAG-AFTRA picket line. Proud to support our fierce Negotiating Committee. Proud of all the members staying strong and fighting for a fair share. Actors work hard. Actors — from leads, to supporting players to background — contribute, on and off the set. The job begins long before “Roll camera” and ends long after “That’s a wrap”. Actors work hard at making audition tapes, researching roles, prepping to perform. Actors work hard at promoting film and tv projects with hours, days, weeks of press junkets, interviews, photo shoots, social media. Actors work hard for health insurance — and the majority of union members, who are paying their union dues, don’t make enough money to get union health insurance. I’ve been a working actor and union member for 37 years, and I don’t qualify for health insurance. Streaming is not “new media” anymore. It’s time to pay actors fairly for their work. Actors give their hearts and souls and passion guts to the work, and our worth is being threatened by soulless AI. Actors love what we do. We want to give you what we do. Actors— leads, supporting players, background — contribute and deserve a small piece of the billions that the studios make every year. #SagAftraChallenge #SAGAFTRAStrong #SagAftraStrike #Power2Performers
Proud to be a SAG-AFTRA member since 1986. Proud to walk the SAG-AFTRA picket line. Proud to support our fierce Negotiating Committee. Proud of all the members staying strong and fighting for a fair share. Actors work hard. Actors — from leads, to supporting players to background — contribute, on and off the set. The job begins long before “Roll camera” and ends long after “That’s a wrap”. Actors work hard at making audition tapes, researching roles, prepping to perform. Actors work hard at promoting film and tv projects with hours, days, weeks of press junkets, interviews, photo shoots, social media. Actors work hard for health insurance — and the majority of union members, who are paying their union dues, don’t make enough money to get union health insurance. I’ve been a working actor and union member for 37 years, and I don’t qualify for health insurance. Streaming is not “new media” anymore. It’s time to pay actors fairly for their work. Actors give their hearts and souls and passion guts to the work, and our worth is being threatened by soulless AI. Actors love what we do. We want to give you what we do. Actors— leads, supporting players, background — contribute and deserve a small piece of the billions that the studios make every year. #SagAftraChallenge #SAGAFTRAStrong #SagAftraStrike #Power2Performers
Proud to be a SAG-AFTRA member since 1986. Proud to walk the SAG-AFTRA picket line. Proud to support our fierce Negotiating Committee. Proud of all the members staying strong and fighting for a fair share. Actors work hard. Actors — from leads, to supporting players to background — contribute, on and off the set. The job begins long before “Roll camera” and ends long after “That’s a wrap”. Actors work hard at making audition tapes, researching roles, prepping to perform. Actors work hard at promoting film and tv projects with hours, days, weeks of press junkets, interviews, photo shoots, social media. Actors work hard for health insurance — and the majority of union members, who are paying their union dues, don’t make enough money to get union health insurance. I’ve been a working actor and union member for 37 years, and I don’t qualify for health insurance. Streaming is not “new media” anymore. It’s time to pay actors fairly for their work. Actors give their hearts and souls and passion guts to the work, and our worth is being threatened by soulless AI. Actors love what we do. We want to give you what we do. Actors— leads, supporting players, background — contribute and deserve a small piece of the billions that the studios make every year. #SagAftraChallenge #SAGAFTRAStrong #SagAftraStrike #Power2Performers
Barbie World Birthday!💖
HOPPY EASTER! #whenurmomsavedeverysinglething
Supporting the Writer Guild #unionstrong
Sending POWER and GRATITUDE to the SAG-AFTRA Negotiating Committee as they welcome the AMPTP back to the table today — day 103 of our fight for a fair deal. #SAGAFTRAStrike #SAGAFTRAStrong
