This Is My Poem About Leaves
Actually, this is the story of how Gwyneth Paltrow un-paralyzed me. She doesn’t know this story. We are not friends. I mean, no doubt she’s perfectly pleasant — although people sure love to hate her for allegedly being an out-of-touch wackadoo — but I, for one, am grateful for her accidental guidance toward a ridiculous epiphany. At the writers conference last…