My mom, my memo as I called her when it was just the two of us, my everything, has passed. She died peacefully on September 21st near midnight. Myself, her sister Karen and my husband Matt were holding her. It is beyond agony to lose her. It’s always been “Deb and Jenna”. Who will I be now without her? My mom taught me to tie my shoes, drive a stick shift and to swear. She drove me around to houses in the “nice neighborhood” saying, “and these people’s credit cards are maxed out and these people’s credit cards are maxed out. Don’t be fooled!” In my teen years she told my girlfriends and I to, “F–boys!” – all we needed was each other. She went to all my shows, drove me to “play practice”, as she called it, and supported my girly inclinations, even though she was a total tomboy herself – playing catcher on her women’s softball team for over 20 years. My love of period pieces, dark chocolate, reading and people are all thanks to her. My mom knew how to party – whether it was a costume party for Halloween or her yearly “empty lot” party where she served oysters and beer in solo cups. She was always down for a good time. My mom also knew how to listen and to love – she was empathetic and kind. Volunteering to tutor a young girl in English who she’s kept in touch with for over 30 years, making phone calls for the dems and delivering meals for meals on wheels. She was curious. Traveling all across the world on trips to Egypt, Turkey, Africa – and countries I had never heard of. And boy did she have friends. She had more friends than anyone I know. Stopping to chat up the clerk in the checkout line or the driver of our taxi – mortifying me exchanging phone numbers with the person sitting on the plane next to her, and actually calling them and staying in touch for years. She was defiant. She was stubborn. Didn’t listen to her dad as a teen or me years later when I tried to take away her keys. When she had to face doctors who gave her bad news, she fought. And she made them laugh hysterically with her ridiculous antics and sassy comebacks. (Continued in comments)
My mom, my memo as I called her when it was just the two of us, my everything, has passed. She died peacefully on September 21st near midnight. Myself, her sister Karen and my husband Matt were holding her. It is beyond agony to lose her. It’s always been “Deb and Jenna”. Who will I be now without her? My mom taught me to tie my shoes, drive a stick shift and to swear. She drove me around to houses in the “nice neighborhood” saying, “and these people’s credit cards are maxed out and these people’s credit cards are maxed out. Don’t be fooled!” In my teen years she told my girlfriends and I to, “F–boys!” – all we needed was each other. She went to all my shows, drove me to “play practice”, as she called it, and supported my girly inclinations, even though she was a total tomboy herself – playing catcher on her women’s softball team for over 20 years. My love of period pieces, dark chocolate, reading and people are all thanks to her. My mom knew how to party – whether it was a costume party for Halloween or her yearly “empty lot” party where she served oysters and beer in solo cups. She was always down for a good time. My mom also knew how to listen and to love – she was empathetic and kind. Volunteering to tutor a young girl in English who she’s kept in touch with for over 30 years, making phone calls for the dems and delivering meals for meals on wheels. She was curious. Traveling all across the world on trips to Egypt, Turkey, Africa – and countries I had never heard of. And boy did she have friends. She had more friends than anyone I know. Stopping to chat up the clerk in the checkout line or the driver of our taxi – mortifying me exchanging phone numbers with the person sitting on the plane next to her, and actually calling them and staying in touch for years. She was defiant. She was stubborn. Didn’t listen to her dad as a teen or me years later when I tried to take away her keys. When she had to face doctors who gave her bad news, she fought. And she made them laugh hysterically with her ridiculous antics and sassy comebacks. (Continued in comments)
My mom, my memo as I called her when it was just the two of us, my everything, has passed. She died peacefully on September 21st near midnight. Myself, her sister Karen and my husband Matt were holding her. It is beyond agony to lose her. It’s always been “Deb and Jenna”. Who will I be now without her? My mom taught me to tie my shoes, drive a stick shift and to swear. She drove me around to houses in the “nice neighborhood” saying, “and these people’s credit cards are maxed out and these people’s credit cards are maxed out. Don’t be fooled!” In my teen years she told my girlfriends and I to, “F–boys!” – all we needed was each other. She went to all my shows, drove me to “play practice”, as she called it, and supported my girly inclinations, even though she was a total tomboy herself – playing catcher on her women’s softball team for over 20 years. My love of period pieces, dark chocolate, reading and people are all thanks to her. My mom knew how to party – whether it was a costume party for Halloween or her yearly “empty lot” party where she served oysters and beer in solo cups. She was always down for a good time. My mom also knew how to listen and to love – she was empathetic and kind. Volunteering to tutor a young girl in English who she’s kept in touch with for over 30 years, making phone calls for the dems and delivering meals for meals on wheels. She was curious. Traveling all across the world on trips to Egypt, Turkey, Africa – and countries I had never heard of. And boy did she have friends. She had more friends than anyone I know. Stopping to chat up the clerk in the checkout line or the driver of our taxi – mortifying me exchanging phone numbers with the person sitting on the plane next to her, and actually calling them and staying in touch for years. She was defiant. She was stubborn. Didn’t listen to her dad as a teen or me years later when I tried to take away her keys. When she had to face doctors who gave her bad news, she fought. And she made them laugh hysterically with her ridiculous antics and sassy comebacks. (Continued in comments)
My mom, my memo as I called her when it was just the two of us, my everything, has passed. She died peacefully on September 21st near midnight. Myself, her sister Karen and my husband Matt were holding her. It is beyond agony to lose her. It’s always been “Deb and Jenna”. Who will I be now without her? My mom taught me to tie my shoes, drive a stick shift and to swear. She drove me around to houses in the “nice neighborhood” saying, “and these people’s credit cards are maxed out and these people’s credit cards are maxed out. Don’t be fooled!” In my teen years she told my girlfriends and I to, “F–boys!” – all we needed was each other. She went to all my shows, drove me to “play practice”, as she called it, and supported my girly inclinations, even though she was a total tomboy herself – playing catcher on her women’s softball team for over 20 years. My love of period pieces, dark chocolate, reading and people are all thanks to her. My mom knew how to party – whether it was a costume party for Halloween or her yearly “empty lot” party where she served oysters and beer in solo cups. She was always down for a good time. My mom also knew how to listen and to love – she was empathetic and kind. Volunteering to tutor a young girl in English who she’s kept in touch with for over 30 years, making phone calls for the dems and delivering meals for meals on wheels. She was curious. Traveling all across the world on trips to Egypt, Turkey, Africa – and countries I had never heard of. And boy did she have friends. She had more friends than anyone I know. Stopping to chat up the clerk in the checkout line or the driver of our taxi – mortifying me exchanging phone numbers with the person sitting on the plane next to her, and actually calling them and staying in touch for years. She was defiant. She was stubborn. Didn’t listen to her dad as a teen or me years later when I tried to take away her keys. When she had to face doctors who gave her bad news, she fought. And she made them laugh hysterically with her ridiculous antics and sassy comebacks. (Continued in comments)
My mom, my memo as I called her when it was just the two of us, my everything, has passed. She died peacefully on September 21st near midnight. Myself, her sister Karen and my husband Matt were holding her. It is beyond agony to lose her. It’s always been “Deb and Jenna”. Who will I be now without her? My mom taught me to tie my shoes, drive a stick shift and to swear. She drove me around to houses in the “nice neighborhood” saying, “and these people’s credit cards are maxed out and these people’s credit cards are maxed out. Don’t be fooled!” In my teen years she told my girlfriends and I to, “F–boys!” – all we needed was each other. She went to all my shows, drove me to “play practice”, as she called it, and supported my girly inclinations, even though she was a total tomboy herself – playing catcher on her women’s softball team for over 20 years. My love of period pieces, dark chocolate, reading and people are all thanks to her. My mom knew how to party – whether it was a costume party for Halloween or her yearly “empty lot” party where she served oysters and beer in solo cups. She was always down for a good time. My mom also knew how to listen and to love – she was empathetic and kind. Volunteering to tutor a young girl in English who she’s kept in touch with for over 30 years, making phone calls for the dems and delivering meals for meals on wheels. She was curious. Traveling all across the world on trips to Egypt, Turkey, Africa – and countries I had never heard of. And boy did she have friends. She had more friends than anyone I know. Stopping to chat up the clerk in the checkout line or the driver of our taxi – mortifying me exchanging phone numbers with the person sitting on the plane next to her, and actually calling them and staying in touch for years. She was defiant. She was stubborn. Didn’t listen to her dad as a teen or me years later when I tried to take away her keys. When she had to face doctors who gave her bad news, she fought. And she made them laugh hysterically with her ridiculous antics and sassy comebacks. (Continued in comments)
My mom, my memo as I called her when it was just the two of us, my everything, has passed. She died peacefully on September 21st near midnight. Myself, her sister Karen and my husband Matt were holding her. It is beyond agony to lose her. It’s always been “Deb and Jenna”. Who will I be now without her? My mom taught me to tie my shoes, drive a stick shift and to swear. She drove me around to houses in the “nice neighborhood” saying, “and these people’s credit cards are maxed out and these people’s credit cards are maxed out. Don’t be fooled!” In my teen years she told my girlfriends and I to, “F–boys!” – all we needed was each other. She went to all my shows, drove me to “play practice”, as she called it, and supported my girly inclinations, even though she was a total tomboy herself – playing catcher on her women’s softball team for over 20 years. My love of period pieces, dark chocolate, reading and people are all thanks to her. My mom knew how to party – whether it was a costume party for Halloween or her yearly “empty lot” party where she served oysters and beer in solo cups. She was always down for a good time. My mom also knew how to listen and to love – she was empathetic and kind. Volunteering to tutor a young girl in English who she’s kept in touch with for over 30 years, making phone calls for the dems and delivering meals for meals on wheels. She was curious. Traveling all across the world on trips to Egypt, Turkey, Africa – and countries I had never heard of. And boy did she have friends. She had more friends than anyone I know. Stopping to chat up the clerk in the checkout line or the driver of our taxi – mortifying me exchanging phone numbers with the person sitting on the plane next to her, and actually calling them and staying in touch for years. She was defiant. She was stubborn. Didn’t listen to her dad as a teen or me years later when I tried to take away her keys. When she had to face doctors who gave her bad news, she fought. And she made them laugh hysterically with her ridiculous antics and sassy comebacks. (Continued in comments)
My mom, my memo as I called her when it was just the two of us, my everything, has passed. She died peacefully on September 21st near midnight. Myself, her sister Karen and my husband Matt were holding her. It is beyond agony to lose her. It’s always been “Deb and Jenna”. Who will I be now without her? My mom taught me to tie my shoes, drive a stick shift and to swear. She drove me around to houses in the “nice neighborhood” saying, “and these people’s credit cards are maxed out and these people’s credit cards are maxed out. Don’t be fooled!” In my teen years she told my girlfriends and I to, “F–boys!” – all we needed was each other. She went to all my shows, drove me to “play practice”, as she called it, and supported my girly inclinations, even though she was a total tomboy herself – playing catcher on her women’s softball team for over 20 years. My love of period pieces, dark chocolate, reading and people are all thanks to her. My mom knew how to party – whether it was a costume party for Halloween or her yearly “empty lot” party where she served oysters and beer in solo cups. She was always down for a good time. My mom also knew how to listen and to love – she was empathetic and kind. Volunteering to tutor a young girl in English who she’s kept in touch with for over 30 years, making phone calls for the dems and delivering meals for meals on wheels. She was curious. Traveling all across the world on trips to Egypt, Turkey, Africa – and countries I had never heard of. And boy did she have friends. She had more friends than anyone I know. Stopping to chat up the clerk in the checkout line or the driver of our taxi – mortifying me exchanging phone numbers with the person sitting on the plane next to her, and actually calling them and staying in touch for years. She was defiant. She was stubborn. Didn’t listen to her dad as a teen or me years later when I tried to take away her keys. When she had to face doctors who gave her bad news, she fought. And she made them laugh hysterically with her ridiculous antics and sassy comebacks. (Continued in comments)
My mom, my memo as I called her when it was just the two of us, my everything, has passed. She died peacefully on September 21st near midnight. Myself, her sister Karen and my husband Matt were holding her. It is beyond agony to lose her. It’s always been “Deb and Jenna”. Who will I be now without her? My mom taught me to tie my shoes, drive a stick shift and to swear. She drove me around to houses in the “nice neighborhood” saying, “and these people’s credit cards are maxed out and these people’s credit cards are maxed out. Don’t be fooled!” In my teen years she told my girlfriends and I to, “F–boys!” – all we needed was each other. She went to all my shows, drove me to “play practice”, as she called it, and supported my girly inclinations, even though she was a total tomboy herself – playing catcher on her women’s softball team for over 20 years. My love of period pieces, dark chocolate, reading and people are all thanks to her. My mom knew how to party – whether it was a costume party for Halloween or her yearly “empty lot” party where she served oysters and beer in solo cups. She was always down for a good time. My mom also knew how to listen and to love – she was empathetic and kind. Volunteering to tutor a young girl in English who she’s kept in touch with for over 30 years, making phone calls for the dems and delivering meals for meals on wheels. She was curious. Traveling all across the world on trips to Egypt, Turkey, Africa – and countries I had never heard of. And boy did she have friends. She had more friends than anyone I know. Stopping to chat up the clerk in the checkout line or the driver of our taxi – mortifying me exchanging phone numbers with the person sitting on the plane next to her, and actually calling them and staying in touch for years. She was defiant. She was stubborn. Didn’t listen to her dad as a teen or me years later when I tried to take away her keys. When she had to face doctors who gave her bad news, she fought. And she made them laugh hysterically with her ridiculous antics and sassy comebacks. (Continued in comments)
My mom, my memo as I called her when it was just the two of us, my everything, has passed. She died peacefully on September 21st near midnight. Myself, her sister Karen and my husband Matt were holding her. It is beyond agony to lose her. It’s always been “Deb and Jenna”. Who will I be now without her? My mom taught me to tie my shoes, drive a stick shift and to swear. She drove me around to houses in the “nice neighborhood” saying, “and these people’s credit cards are maxed out and these people’s credit cards are maxed out. Don’t be fooled!” In my teen years she told my girlfriends and I to, “F–boys!” – all we needed was each other. She went to all my shows, drove me to “play practice”, as she called it, and supported my girly inclinations, even though she was a total tomboy herself – playing catcher on her women’s softball team for over 20 years. My love of period pieces, dark chocolate, reading and people are all thanks to her. My mom knew how to party – whether it was a costume party for Halloween or her yearly “empty lot” party where she served oysters and beer in solo cups. She was always down for a good time. My mom also knew how to listen and to love – she was empathetic and kind. Volunteering to tutor a young girl in English who she’s kept in touch with for over 30 years, making phone calls for the dems and delivering meals for meals on wheels. She was curious. Traveling all across the world on trips to Egypt, Turkey, Africa – and countries I had never heard of. And boy did she have friends. She had more friends than anyone I know. Stopping to chat up the clerk in the checkout line or the driver of our taxi – mortifying me exchanging phone numbers with the person sitting on the plane next to her, and actually calling them and staying in touch for years. She was defiant. She was stubborn. Didn’t listen to her dad as a teen or me years later when I tried to take away her keys. When she had to face doctors who gave her bad news, she fought. And she made them laugh hysterically with her ridiculous antics and sassy comebacks. (Continued in comments)
My mom, my memo as I called her when it was just the two of us, my everything, has passed. She died peacefully on September 21st near midnight. Myself, her sister Karen and my husband Matt were holding her. It is beyond agony to lose her. It’s always been “Deb and Jenna”. Who will I be now without her? My mom taught me to tie my shoes, drive a stick shift and to swear. She drove me around to houses in the “nice neighborhood” saying, “and these people’s credit cards are maxed out and these people’s credit cards are maxed out. Don’t be fooled!” In my teen years she told my girlfriends and I to, “F–boys!” – all we needed was each other. She went to all my shows, drove me to “play practice”, as she called it, and supported my girly inclinations, even though she was a total tomboy herself – playing catcher on her women’s softball team for over 20 years. My love of period pieces, dark chocolate, reading and people are all thanks to her. My mom knew how to party – whether it was a costume party for Halloween or her yearly “empty lot” party where she served oysters and beer in solo cups. She was always down for a good time. My mom also knew how to listen and to love – she was empathetic and kind. Volunteering to tutor a young girl in English who she’s kept in touch with for over 30 years, making phone calls for the dems and delivering meals for meals on wheels. She was curious. Traveling all across the world on trips to Egypt, Turkey, Africa – and countries I had never heard of. And boy did she have friends. She had more friends than anyone I know. Stopping to chat up the clerk in the checkout line or the driver of our taxi – mortifying me exchanging phone numbers with the person sitting on the plane next to her, and actually calling them and staying in touch for years. She was defiant. She was stubborn. Didn’t listen to her dad as a teen or me years later when I tried to take away her keys. When she had to face doctors who gave her bad news, she fought. And she made them laugh hysterically with her ridiculous antics and sassy comebacks. (Continued in comments)
As you would say #HFD you’re the real deal ❤️
As you would say #HFD you’re the real deal ❤️
As you would say #HFD you’re the real deal ❤️
As you would say #HFD you’re the real deal ❤️
✨So thrilled we were able to go out & support the #sagaftrastrike back home in lil Rhody today with our incredible New England members! We are #sagaftrastrong all across this country!!! 🙌✊It was so great to meet so many awesome NGP members there who were organizing & advocating for us!!! Thank you for all you are doing & for the very warm welcome @lifeoflizeng @swiftwashington @sei_bee @rafacsilva @sagaftra @nextgenperformers 🙏❤️#unitedwestanddividedwebeg
✨So thrilled we were able to go out & support the #sagaftrastrike back home in lil Rhody today with our incredible New England members! We are #sagaftrastrong all across this country!!! 🙌✊It was so great to meet so many awesome NGP members there who were organizing & advocating for us!!! Thank you for all you are doing & for the very warm welcome @lifeoflizeng @swiftwashington @sei_bee @rafacsilva @sagaftra @nextgenperformers 🙏❤️#unitedwestanddividedwebeg
✨So thrilled we were able to go out & support the #sagaftrastrike back home in lil Rhody today with our incredible New England members! We are #sagaftrastrong all across this country!!! 🙌✊It was so great to meet so many awesome NGP members there who were organizing & advocating for us!!! Thank you for all you are doing & for the very warm welcome @lifeoflizeng @swiftwashington @sei_bee @rafacsilva @sagaftra @nextgenperformers 🙏❤️#unitedwestanddividedwebeg
✨So thrilled we were able to go out & support the #sagaftrastrike back home in lil Rhody today with our incredible New England members! We are #sagaftrastrong all across this country!!! 🙌✊It was so great to meet so many awesome NGP members there who were organizing & advocating for us!!! Thank you for all you are doing & for the very warm welcome @lifeoflizeng @swiftwashington @sei_bee @rafacsilva @sagaftra @nextgenperformers 🙏❤️#unitedwestanddividedwebeg
My little guy. My favorite. ❤️
My little guy. My favorite. ❤️
The careers of working class #sagaftramembers and #wgamembers are in jeopardy because the AMPTP refuses to step into the 21st century. The future of the industry is at stake. We are taking action NOW. We are striking. But we need your help. We have stopped working, but we still have rent to pay and families to feed and for many that is going to be an immense struggle right now. So, will you consider making a tax deductible donation to the Entertainment Community Fund? I know what we do may seem glamorous to those outside the business. It looks like actors make tons of money and just walk red carpets, but that’s just not the reality for the majority of us. We train for years, we audition endless amounts of time, and we pay out much of what we do make to agents, managers, PR reps, and lawyers. If you have watched us on TV and been moved by our work, now is the time to step up and help. Thanks so much! #SAGAFTRAstrike #WGAstrike #sagaftrastrong
Happy Halloween #cookiemonster #cookies
#throwback to #Xmasevemorning which filled in for #Xmasmorning since we were on a ✈️
