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So happy to finally share the news of a very special one we’ve been working on for a long while. First stop Dublin for the world premiere at @dublinfilmfestival ☘️, then out into the world with @hbodocs & @hbomax later this year.

Grateful to our fearless leader, @rachelfleit — steady, sharp, and always leading with heart.

To our incredible creative team: @sloaneklevin, @carmenbava, @mortenforland, @shanesigler, @carretero.color, @whoiswynn, @raphaelletibaut, @miloshima, @elliottgoldkind #chrisbialkowski & #laurenhafneraddison — such a privilege to build this together.

My Irish besties #colinfarrell, #claudinefarrell, and @eimhearo.

Mad love always to @campy101 @unioneditorial @trevorabirney & @fine_point_films, #chapelplaceprodcutions and KennedyMarshallGroup.deNovo, @screenireland , @northernirelandscreen & Deshe & Original Films.

And to the one we all adore more than she loves a Taylor Swift song — @emmafogerty. 💫

Dublin first. Then the world.

Lunch pail, hard-hat group of guys. A great kick off to the Winter Olympics!@zach_kashkett, @maxgershhh @meganbbrennan #JakeRogal #heatedrivalry @wordsandpicturesprod @netflixJanuary 30th on a Netlfix near you!

Check out new work now streaming on @netflix Made with love and with an amazing team!

Way back in 2023 we were given the opportunity to join forces on a documentaryabout an eccentric man, Forrest Fenn & a larger than life treasure hunt that he’d initiated. What a journey! I now know more about olive jars, Yellowstone, poetry, Kirwin, and as Karen Kilgariff would say…TRAYSURRRRRE!@haygood.j & I got to work with such a dream team starting with our phenomenal director, @mrmcgilliard & his team at @nomadica.films . Our editors led by the amazing talent that is @zach_kashkett , help from across the pond by the man who let me stalk him down even though he has no social media & a hidden email address! (My own treasure hunt!), Bjørn Johnson, & charmer, Edward Wardrip! We tricked @nadine.fx and @rodbrazao into lending a hand too (thank you!)
If you haven’t hired one of my MySpace Top 8s, @kaitlovestea to help you craft your story, what are you even doing with your life? Speaking of other people you should hire STAT… @___fayr___ kept us alive on the story producing front! Our @voxmedia VIPs, @astray13 & @mattisoncarter & @arshharjani for tireless efforts! My @unioneditorial team - Saint and all around best guy ever, @campy101 who supports all of my insanity. @mireyaminna - spreadsheet queen™️& patient coordinator, @mattkirk28 for enthusiastic efforts anytime I need them, & Kylee for doing any single ask big or small with a giant smile.Our incredible DP, @whereisdc for literally dropping all on a moment’s notice to film drone shots, car shots, wide shots, ANY shots—even when we were on our literal last day of editing; talk about a patient human! GFX on GFX by Miles, Whitney, Chris B & Lauren. MORE GFX by the man who takes my every SOS, @bwalowitz .The Music! @michaeldeanparsons !!! The Music editing @elliottgoldkind !!! My elite squad of friends & collaborators at @unbridledsound - get you a @benhadsnax @julez_diaz @planeontime @life_jedy! Color wizardry by @mompopcolor - if you don’t know, Shane & Ali and Sam, you should! New friends! Chaos! Treasure! GET YOUR POPCORN READY! #goldandgreedthehuntforfennstreasure
#forrestfenn

Thank you so much @sxsw for an incredible fest! Our @molafilm2025 team was thrilled to hang in Austin with you!Our co-directors @yangzombrauen & @tinle2 led the charge. @campy101 ran the party train. @cherculverpr had us podcasting & photo’ing at every turn. We really missed our other teammates who couldn’t make it, but especially to @haygood.j @sonambrauen @zach_kashkett @rodbrazao @nadine.fx & @emilystubb. @bwalowitz made us look so good. @mireyaminna kept us organized!@mnxnr redid the credits for us 10,000 times. @oggie415 @juliaarmine @carmenbava @mattkirk28 @comrade1138, & Kylee - it takes a village and you are mine. Thank you. Loved seeing all of my peeps - @aysha.adele @whoruntheworldsquirrels @sunnyclyn @discojue @molliedmadden @kelsey.madd @dionwinston @magnoliarosso @mattarbo @sarahroxycrowe and of course, @unioneditorial

This is so cool! Robin Tyler deserves it all! #glaadmediaawards #glaad @most @netflix #robintyler #outstandingacomedyrevolution

I don’t know if there’s a right way to do this, but my heart is broken, and I need the world to know how much I love my friend.

Our dear Ellen Blair is gone. EEBs was one in ten billion—brilliant, goofy, and full of those unforgettable, wide-eyed-laughter-inducing guffaws. Watching people hear her giant, joyful laugh for the first time was always priceless.

I wasn’t part of the infamous Bellingham Pre-School Gang™, but I made it my mission to force my way in over the years. Ellen was one of the first to welcome me, sharing their secret handshakes and memories.

Some Ellen & Katherine highlights:

I once gave her my angsty teenage diary for life and love advice. She never used it against me—even when I wrote Craig Johnson in all 96 Crayola colors.
When I broke my arm in a mosh pit, she helped me fashion a splint out of a concert tee so I could stay for the whole show.
I visited her at Stanford, barely met her basketball-playing boyfriend, and somehow ended up with his mono while she stayed healthy. (Sharing is caring?)
For three decades, we were pen pals, even when we lived in the same state.
Ellen’s family became mine. Cheryll never misses sending me a handmade holiday or Valentine’s card, no matter how often I move. I was always welcome—for dinner, a ride, a boat trip, or a stay at Lummi. They cheer me on at every event, near and far. ALWAYS.
Looking through old photos, I laughed at how many included Jay in his LA college days—proof that for all the Blair Blessings, I got to do my part as our collective baby brother’s keeper.
Twelve years ago, Ellen got food poisoning while visiting me. By day four, I was hiding at my neighbor’s to avoid catching it when she called: “I just threw up on myself.” I walked in to find her standing in my kitchen in her underwear, surrounded by puke. I cleaned up both her and the mess, and when I finished, she proposed marriage. That’s our love.
Ellen was my first call after I met the Indigo Girls at Sundance two years ago. I knew she’d be the most excited—and she was.

I miss her already. I wish we had more time. But I’ll cherish her always and keep her memory bright.

I don’t know if there’s a right way to do this, but my heart is broken, and I need the world to know how much I love my friend.

Our dear Ellen Blair is gone. EEBs was one in ten billion—brilliant, goofy, and full of those unforgettable, wide-eyed-laughter-inducing guffaws. Watching people hear her giant, joyful laugh for the first time was always priceless.

I wasn’t part of the infamous Bellingham Pre-School Gang™, but I made it my mission to force my way in over the years. Ellen was one of the first to welcome me, sharing their secret handshakes and memories.

Some Ellen & Katherine highlights:

I once gave her my angsty teenage diary for life and love advice. She never used it against me—even when I wrote Craig Johnson in all 96 Crayola colors.
When I broke my arm in a mosh pit, she helped me fashion a splint out of a concert tee so I could stay for the whole show.
I visited her at Stanford, barely met her basketball-playing boyfriend, and somehow ended up with his mono while she stayed healthy. (Sharing is caring?)
For three decades, we were pen pals, even when we lived in the same state.
Ellen’s family became mine. Cheryll never misses sending me a handmade holiday or Valentine’s card, no matter how often I move. I was always welcome—for dinner, a ride, a boat trip, or a stay at Lummi. They cheer me on at every event, near and far. ALWAYS.
Looking through old photos, I laughed at how many included Jay in his LA college days—proof that for all the Blair Blessings, I got to do my part as our collective baby brother’s keeper.
Twelve years ago, Ellen got food poisoning while visiting me. By day four, I was hiding at my neighbor’s to avoid catching it when she called: “I just threw up on myself.” I walked in to find her standing in my kitchen in her underwear, surrounded by puke. I cleaned up both her and the mess, and when I finished, she proposed marriage. That’s our love.
Ellen was my first call after I met the Indigo Girls at Sundance two years ago. I knew she’d be the most excited—and she was.

I miss her already. I wish we had more time. But I’ll cherish her always and keep her memory bright.

I don’t know if there’s a right way to do this, but my heart is broken, and I need the world to know how much I love my friend.

Our dear Ellen Blair is gone. EEBs was one in ten billion—brilliant, goofy, and full of those unforgettable, wide-eyed-laughter-inducing guffaws. Watching people hear her giant, joyful laugh for the first time was always priceless.

I wasn’t part of the infamous Bellingham Pre-School Gang™, but I made it my mission to force my way in over the years. Ellen was one of the first to welcome me, sharing their secret handshakes and memories.

Some Ellen & Katherine highlights:

I once gave her my angsty teenage diary for life and love advice. She never used it against me—even when I wrote Craig Johnson in all 96 Crayola colors.
When I broke my arm in a mosh pit, she helped me fashion a splint out of a concert tee so I could stay for the whole show.
I visited her at Stanford, barely met her basketball-playing boyfriend, and somehow ended up with his mono while she stayed healthy. (Sharing is caring?)
For three decades, we were pen pals, even when we lived in the same state.
Ellen’s family became mine. Cheryll never misses sending me a handmade holiday or Valentine’s card, no matter how often I move. I was always welcome—for dinner, a ride, a boat trip, or a stay at Lummi. They cheer me on at every event, near and far. ALWAYS.
Looking through old photos, I laughed at how many included Jay in his LA college days—proof that for all the Blair Blessings, I got to do my part as our collective baby brother’s keeper.
Twelve years ago, Ellen got food poisoning while visiting me. By day four, I was hiding at my neighbor’s to avoid catching it when she called: “I just threw up on myself.” I walked in to find her standing in my kitchen in her underwear, surrounded by puke. I cleaned up both her and the mess, and when I finished, she proposed marriage. That’s our love.
Ellen was my first call after I met the Indigo Girls at Sundance two years ago. I knew she’d be the most excited—and she was.

I miss her already. I wish we had more time. But I’ll cherish her always and keep her memory bright.

I don’t know if there’s a right way to do this, but my heart is broken, and I need the world to know how much I love my friend.

Our dear Ellen Blair is gone. EEBs was one in ten billion—brilliant, goofy, and full of those unforgettable, wide-eyed-laughter-inducing guffaws. Watching people hear her giant, joyful laugh for the first time was always priceless.

I wasn’t part of the infamous Bellingham Pre-School Gang™, but I made it my mission to force my way in over the years. Ellen was one of the first to welcome me, sharing their secret handshakes and memories.

Some Ellen & Katherine highlights:

I once gave her my angsty teenage diary for life and love advice. She never used it against me—even when I wrote Craig Johnson in all 96 Crayola colors.
When I broke my arm in a mosh pit, she helped me fashion a splint out of a concert tee so I could stay for the whole show.
I visited her at Stanford, barely met her basketball-playing boyfriend, and somehow ended up with his mono while she stayed healthy. (Sharing is caring?)
For three decades, we were pen pals, even when we lived in the same state.
Ellen’s family became mine. Cheryll never misses sending me a handmade holiday or Valentine’s card, no matter how often I move. I was always welcome—for dinner, a ride, a boat trip, or a stay at Lummi. They cheer me on at every event, near and far. ALWAYS.
Looking through old photos, I laughed at how many included Jay in his LA college days—proof that for all the Blair Blessings, I got to do my part as our collective baby brother’s keeper.
Twelve years ago, Ellen got food poisoning while visiting me. By day four, I was hiding at my neighbor’s to avoid catching it when she called: “I just threw up on myself.” I walked in to find her standing in my kitchen in her underwear, surrounded by puke. I cleaned up both her and the mess, and when I finished, she proposed marriage. That’s our love.
Ellen was my first call after I met the Indigo Girls at Sundance two years ago. I knew she’d be the most excited—and she was.

I miss her already. I wish we had more time. But I’ll cherish her always and keep her memory bright.

I don’t know if there’s a right way to do this, but my heart is broken, and I need the world to know how much I love my friend.

Our dear Ellen Blair is gone. EEBs was one in ten billion—brilliant, goofy, and full of those unforgettable, wide-eyed-laughter-inducing guffaws. Watching people hear her giant, joyful laugh for the first time was always priceless.

I wasn’t part of the infamous Bellingham Pre-School Gang™, but I made it my mission to force my way in over the years. Ellen was one of the first to welcome me, sharing their secret handshakes and memories.

Some Ellen & Katherine highlights:

I once gave her my angsty teenage diary for life and love advice. She never used it against me—even when I wrote Craig Johnson in all 96 Crayola colors.
When I broke my arm in a mosh pit, she helped me fashion a splint out of a concert tee so I could stay for the whole show.
I visited her at Stanford, barely met her basketball-playing boyfriend, and somehow ended up with his mono while she stayed healthy. (Sharing is caring?)
For three decades, we were pen pals, even when we lived in the same state.
Ellen’s family became mine. Cheryll never misses sending me a handmade holiday or Valentine’s card, no matter how often I move. I was always welcome—for dinner, a ride, a boat trip, or a stay at Lummi. They cheer me on at every event, near and far. ALWAYS.
Looking through old photos, I laughed at how many included Jay in his LA college days—proof that for all the Blair Blessings, I got to do my part as our collective baby brother’s keeper.
Twelve years ago, Ellen got food poisoning while visiting me. By day four, I was hiding at my neighbor’s to avoid catching it when she called: “I just threw up on myself.” I walked in to find her standing in my kitchen in her underwear, surrounded by puke. I cleaned up both her and the mess, and when I finished, she proposed marriage. That’s our love.
Ellen was my first call after I met the Indigo Girls at Sundance two years ago. I knew she’d be the most excited—and she was.

I miss her already. I wish we had more time. But I’ll cherish her always and keep her memory bright.

I don’t know if there’s a right way to do this, but my heart is broken, and I need the world to know how much I love my friend.

Our dear Ellen Blair is gone. EEBs was one in ten billion—brilliant, goofy, and full of those unforgettable, wide-eyed-laughter-inducing guffaws. Watching people hear her giant, joyful laugh for the first time was always priceless.

I wasn’t part of the infamous Bellingham Pre-School Gang™, but I made it my mission to force my way in over the years. Ellen was one of the first to welcome me, sharing their secret handshakes and memories.

Some Ellen & Katherine highlights:

I once gave her my angsty teenage diary for life and love advice. She never used it against me—even when I wrote Craig Johnson in all 96 Crayola colors.
When I broke my arm in a mosh pit, she helped me fashion a splint out of a concert tee so I could stay for the whole show.
I visited her at Stanford, barely met her basketball-playing boyfriend, and somehow ended up with his mono while she stayed healthy. (Sharing is caring?)
For three decades, we were pen pals, even when we lived in the same state.
Ellen’s family became mine. Cheryll never misses sending me a handmade holiday or Valentine’s card, no matter how often I move. I was always welcome—for dinner, a ride, a boat trip, or a stay at Lummi. They cheer me on at every event, near and far. ALWAYS.
Looking through old photos, I laughed at how many included Jay in his LA college days—proof that for all the Blair Blessings, I got to do my part as our collective baby brother’s keeper.
Twelve years ago, Ellen got food poisoning while visiting me. By day four, I was hiding at my neighbor’s to avoid catching it when she called: “I just threw up on myself.” I walked in to find her standing in my kitchen in her underwear, surrounded by puke. I cleaned up both her and the mess, and when I finished, she proposed marriage. That’s our love.
Ellen was my first call after I met the Indigo Girls at Sundance two years ago. I knew she’d be the most excited—and she was.

I miss her already. I wish we had more time. But I’ll cherish her always and keep her memory bright.

I don’t know if there’s a right way to do this, but my heart is broken, and I need the world to know how much I love my friend.

Our dear Ellen Blair is gone. EEBs was one in ten billion—brilliant, goofy, and full of those unforgettable, wide-eyed-laughter-inducing guffaws. Watching people hear her giant, joyful laugh for the first time was always priceless.

I wasn’t part of the infamous Bellingham Pre-School Gang™, but I made it my mission to force my way in over the years. Ellen was one of the first to welcome me, sharing their secret handshakes and memories.

Some Ellen & Katherine highlights:

I once gave her my angsty teenage diary for life and love advice. She never used it against me—even when I wrote Craig Johnson in all 96 Crayola colors.
When I broke my arm in a mosh pit, she helped me fashion a splint out of a concert tee so I could stay for the whole show.
I visited her at Stanford, barely met her basketball-playing boyfriend, and somehow ended up with his mono while she stayed healthy. (Sharing is caring?)
For three decades, we were pen pals, even when we lived in the same state.
Ellen’s family became mine. Cheryll never misses sending me a handmade holiday or Valentine’s card, no matter how often I move. I was always welcome—for dinner, a ride, a boat trip, or a stay at Lummi. They cheer me on at every event, near and far. ALWAYS.
Looking through old photos, I laughed at how many included Jay in his LA college days—proof that for all the Blair Blessings, I got to do my part as our collective baby brother’s keeper.
Twelve years ago, Ellen got food poisoning while visiting me. By day four, I was hiding at my neighbor’s to avoid catching it when she called: “I just threw up on myself.” I walked in to find her standing in my kitchen in her underwear, surrounded by puke. I cleaned up both her and the mess, and when I finished, she proposed marriage. That’s our love.
Ellen was my first call after I met the Indigo Girls at Sundance two years ago. I knew she’d be the most excited—and she was.

I miss her already. I wish we had more time. But I’ll cherish her always and keep her memory bright.

I don’t know if there’s a right way to do this, but my heart is broken, and I need the world to know how much I love my friend.

Our dear Ellen Blair is gone. EEBs was one in ten billion—brilliant, goofy, and full of those unforgettable, wide-eyed-laughter-inducing guffaws. Watching people hear her giant, joyful laugh for the first time was always priceless.

I wasn’t part of the infamous Bellingham Pre-School Gang™, but I made it my mission to force my way in over the years. Ellen was one of the first to welcome me, sharing their secret handshakes and memories.

Some Ellen & Katherine highlights:

I once gave her my angsty teenage diary for life and love advice. She never used it against me—even when I wrote Craig Johnson in all 96 Crayola colors.
When I broke my arm in a mosh pit, she helped me fashion a splint out of a concert tee so I could stay for the whole show.
I visited her at Stanford, barely met her basketball-playing boyfriend, and somehow ended up with his mono while she stayed healthy. (Sharing is caring?)
For three decades, we were pen pals, even when we lived in the same state.
Ellen’s family became mine. Cheryll never misses sending me a handmade holiday or Valentine’s card, no matter how often I move. I was always welcome—for dinner, a ride, a boat trip, or a stay at Lummi. They cheer me on at every event, near and far. ALWAYS.
Looking through old photos, I laughed at how many included Jay in his LA college days—proof that for all the Blair Blessings, I got to do my part as our collective baby brother’s keeper.
Twelve years ago, Ellen got food poisoning while visiting me. By day four, I was hiding at my neighbor’s to avoid catching it when she called: “I just threw up on myself.” I walked in to find her standing in my kitchen in her underwear, surrounded by puke. I cleaned up both her and the mess, and when I finished, she proposed marriage. That’s our love.
Ellen was my first call after I met the Indigo Girls at Sundance two years ago. I knew she’d be the most excited—and she was.

I miss her already. I wish we had more time. But I’ll cherish her always and keep her memory bright.

I don’t know if there’s a right way to do this, but my heart is broken, and I need the world to know how much I love my friend.

Our dear Ellen Blair is gone. EEBs was one in ten billion—brilliant, goofy, and full of those unforgettable, wide-eyed-laughter-inducing guffaws. Watching people hear her giant, joyful laugh for the first time was always priceless.

I wasn’t part of the infamous Bellingham Pre-School Gang™, but I made it my mission to force my way in over the years. Ellen was one of the first to welcome me, sharing their secret handshakes and memories.

Some Ellen & Katherine highlights:

I once gave her my angsty teenage diary for life and love advice. She never used it against me—even when I wrote Craig Johnson in all 96 Crayola colors.
When I broke my arm in a mosh pit, she helped me fashion a splint out of a concert tee so I could stay for the whole show.
I visited her at Stanford, barely met her basketball-playing boyfriend, and somehow ended up with his mono while she stayed healthy. (Sharing is caring?)
For three decades, we were pen pals, even when we lived in the same state.
Ellen’s family became mine. Cheryll never misses sending me a handmade holiday or Valentine’s card, no matter how often I move. I was always welcome—for dinner, a ride, a boat trip, or a stay at Lummi. They cheer me on at every event, near and far. ALWAYS.
Looking through old photos, I laughed at how many included Jay in his LA college days—proof that for all the Blair Blessings, I got to do my part as our collective baby brother’s keeper.
Twelve years ago, Ellen got food poisoning while visiting me. By day four, I was hiding at my neighbor’s to avoid catching it when she called: “I just threw up on myself.” I walked in to find her standing in my kitchen in her underwear, surrounded by puke. I cleaned up both her and the mess, and when I finished, she proposed marriage. That’s our love.
Ellen was my first call after I met the Indigo Girls at Sundance two years ago. I knew she’d be the most excited—and she was.

I miss her already. I wish we had more time. But I’ll cherish her always and keep her memory bright.

I don’t know if there’s a right way to do this, but my heart is broken, and I need the world to know how much I love my friend.

Our dear Ellen Blair is gone. EEBs was one in ten billion—brilliant, goofy, and full of those unforgettable, wide-eyed-laughter-inducing guffaws. Watching people hear her giant, joyful laugh for the first time was always priceless.

I wasn’t part of the infamous Bellingham Pre-School Gang™, but I made it my mission to force my way in over the years. Ellen was one of the first to welcome me, sharing their secret handshakes and memories.

Some Ellen & Katherine highlights:

I once gave her my angsty teenage diary for life and love advice. She never used it against me—even when I wrote Craig Johnson in all 96 Crayola colors.
When I broke my arm in a mosh pit, she helped me fashion a splint out of a concert tee so I could stay for the whole show.
I visited her at Stanford, barely met her basketball-playing boyfriend, and somehow ended up with his mono while she stayed healthy. (Sharing is caring?)
For three decades, we were pen pals, even when we lived in the same state.
Ellen’s family became mine. Cheryll never misses sending me a handmade holiday or Valentine’s card, no matter how often I move. I was always welcome—for dinner, a ride, a boat trip, or a stay at Lummi. They cheer me on at every event, near and far. ALWAYS.
Looking through old photos, I laughed at how many included Jay in his LA college days—proof that for all the Blair Blessings, I got to do my part as our collective baby brother’s keeper.
Twelve years ago, Ellen got food poisoning while visiting me. By day four, I was hiding at my neighbor’s to avoid catching it when she called: “I just threw up on myself.” I walked in to find her standing in my kitchen in her underwear, surrounded by puke. I cleaned up both her and the mess, and when I finished, she proposed marriage. That’s our love.
Ellen was my first call after I met the Indigo Girls at Sundance two years ago. I knew she’d be the most excited—and she was.

I miss her already. I wish we had more time. But I’ll cherish her always and keep her memory bright.

I don’t know if there’s a right way to do this, but my heart is broken, and I need the world to know how much I love my friend.

Our dear Ellen Blair is gone. EEBs was one in ten billion—brilliant, goofy, and full of those unforgettable, wide-eyed-laughter-inducing guffaws. Watching people hear her giant, joyful laugh for the first time was always priceless.

I wasn’t part of the infamous Bellingham Pre-School Gang™, but I made it my mission to force my way in over the years. Ellen was one of the first to welcome me, sharing their secret handshakes and memories.

Some Ellen & Katherine highlights:

I once gave her my angsty teenage diary for life and love advice. She never used it against me—even when I wrote Craig Johnson in all 96 Crayola colors.
When I broke my arm in a mosh pit, she helped me fashion a splint out of a concert tee so I could stay for the whole show.
I visited her at Stanford, barely met her basketball-playing boyfriend, and somehow ended up with his mono while she stayed healthy. (Sharing is caring?)
For three decades, we were pen pals, even when we lived in the same state.
Ellen’s family became mine. Cheryll never misses sending me a handmade holiday or Valentine’s card, no matter how often I move. I was always welcome—for dinner, a ride, a boat trip, or a stay at Lummi. They cheer me on at every event, near and far. ALWAYS.
Looking through old photos, I laughed at how many included Jay in his LA college days—proof that for all the Blair Blessings, I got to do my part as our collective baby brother’s keeper.
Twelve years ago, Ellen got food poisoning while visiting me. By day four, I was hiding at my neighbor’s to avoid catching it when she called: “I just threw up on myself.” I walked in to find her standing in my kitchen in her underwear, surrounded by puke. I cleaned up both her and the mess, and when I finished, she proposed marriage. That’s our love.
Ellen was my first call after I met the Indigo Girls at Sundance two years ago. I knew she’d be the most excited—and she was.

I miss her already. I wish we had more time. But I’ll cherish her always and keep her memory bright.

I don’t know if there’s a right way to do this, but my heart is broken, and I need the world to know how much I love my friend.

Our dear Ellen Blair is gone. EEBs was one in ten billion—brilliant, goofy, and full of those unforgettable, wide-eyed-laughter-inducing guffaws. Watching people hear her giant, joyful laugh for the first time was always priceless.

I wasn’t part of the infamous Bellingham Pre-School Gang™, but I made it my mission to force my way in over the years. Ellen was one of the first to welcome me, sharing their secret handshakes and memories.

Some Ellen & Katherine highlights:

I once gave her my angsty teenage diary for life and love advice. She never used it against me—even when I wrote Craig Johnson in all 96 Crayola colors.
When I broke my arm in a mosh pit, she helped me fashion a splint out of a concert tee so I could stay for the whole show.
I visited her at Stanford, barely met her basketball-playing boyfriend, and somehow ended up with his mono while she stayed healthy. (Sharing is caring?)
For three decades, we were pen pals, even when we lived in the same state.
Ellen’s family became mine. Cheryll never misses sending me a handmade holiday or Valentine’s card, no matter how often I move. I was always welcome—for dinner, a ride, a boat trip, or a stay at Lummi. They cheer me on at every event, near and far. ALWAYS.
Looking through old photos, I laughed at how many included Jay in his LA college days—proof that for all the Blair Blessings, I got to do my part as our collective baby brother’s keeper.
Twelve years ago, Ellen got food poisoning while visiting me. By day four, I was hiding at my neighbor’s to avoid catching it when she called: “I just threw up on myself.” I walked in to find her standing in my kitchen in her underwear, surrounded by puke. I cleaned up both her and the mess, and when I finished, she proposed marriage. That’s our love.
Ellen was my first call after I met the Indigo Girls at Sundance two years ago. I knew she’d be the most excited—and she was.

I miss her already. I wish we had more time. But I’ll cherish her always and keep her memory bright.

I don’t know if there’s a right way to do this, but my heart is broken, and I need the world to know how much I love my friend.

Our dear Ellen Blair is gone. EEBs was one in ten billion—brilliant, goofy, and full of those unforgettable, wide-eyed-laughter-inducing guffaws. Watching people hear her giant, joyful laugh for the first time was always priceless.

I wasn’t part of the infamous Bellingham Pre-School Gang™, but I made it my mission to force my way in over the years. Ellen was one of the first to welcome me, sharing their secret handshakes and memories.

Some Ellen & Katherine highlights:

I once gave her my angsty teenage diary for life and love advice. She never used it against me—even when I wrote Craig Johnson in all 96 Crayola colors.
When I broke my arm in a mosh pit, she helped me fashion a splint out of a concert tee so I could stay for the whole show.
I visited her at Stanford, barely met her basketball-playing boyfriend, and somehow ended up with his mono while she stayed healthy. (Sharing is caring?)
For three decades, we were pen pals, even when we lived in the same state.
Ellen’s family became mine. Cheryll never misses sending me a handmade holiday or Valentine’s card, no matter how often I move. I was always welcome—for dinner, a ride, a boat trip, or a stay at Lummi. They cheer me on at every event, near and far. ALWAYS.
Looking through old photos, I laughed at how many included Jay in his LA college days—proof that for all the Blair Blessings, I got to do my part as our collective baby brother’s keeper.
Twelve years ago, Ellen got food poisoning while visiting me. By day four, I was hiding at my neighbor’s to avoid catching it when she called: “I just threw up on myself.” I walked in to find her standing in my kitchen in her underwear, surrounded by puke. I cleaned up both her and the mess, and when I finished, she proposed marriage. That’s our love.
Ellen was my first call after I met the Indigo Girls at Sundance two years ago. I knew she’d be the most excited—and she was.

I miss her already. I wish we had more time. But I’ll cherish her always and keep her memory bright.

I don’t know if there’s a right way to do this, but my heart is broken, and I need the world to know how much I love my friend.

Our dear Ellen Blair is gone. EEBs was one in ten billion—brilliant, goofy, and full of those unforgettable, wide-eyed-laughter-inducing guffaws. Watching people hear her giant, joyful laugh for the first time was always priceless.

I wasn’t part of the infamous Bellingham Pre-School Gang™, but I made it my mission to force my way in over the years. Ellen was one of the first to welcome me, sharing their secret handshakes and memories.

Some Ellen & Katherine highlights:

I once gave her my angsty teenage diary for life and love advice. She never used it against me—even when I wrote Craig Johnson in all 96 Crayola colors.
When I broke my arm in a mosh pit, she helped me fashion a splint out of a concert tee so I could stay for the whole show.
I visited her at Stanford, barely met her basketball-playing boyfriend, and somehow ended up with his mono while she stayed healthy. (Sharing is caring?)
For three decades, we were pen pals, even when we lived in the same state.
Ellen’s family became mine. Cheryll never misses sending me a handmade holiday or Valentine’s card, no matter how often I move. I was always welcome—for dinner, a ride, a boat trip, or a stay at Lummi. They cheer me on at every event, near and far. ALWAYS.
Looking through old photos, I laughed at how many included Jay in his LA college days—proof that for all the Blair Blessings, I got to do my part as our collective baby brother’s keeper.
Twelve years ago, Ellen got food poisoning while visiting me. By day four, I was hiding at my neighbor’s to avoid catching it when she called: “I just threw up on myself.” I walked in to find her standing in my kitchen in her underwear, surrounded by puke. I cleaned up both her and the mess, and when I finished, she proposed marriage. That’s our love.
Ellen was my first call after I met the Indigo Girls at Sundance two years ago. I knew she’d be the most excited—and she was.

I miss her already. I wish we had more time. But I’ll cherish her always and keep her memory bright.

I don’t know if there’s a right way to do this, but my heart is broken, and I need the world to know how much I love my friend.

Our dear Ellen Blair is gone. EEBs was one in ten billion—brilliant, goofy, and full of those unforgettable, wide-eyed-laughter-inducing guffaws. Watching people hear her giant, joyful laugh for the first time was always priceless.

I wasn’t part of the infamous Bellingham Pre-School Gang™, but I made it my mission to force my way in over the years. Ellen was one of the first to welcome me, sharing their secret handshakes and memories.

Some Ellen & Katherine highlights:

I once gave her my angsty teenage diary for life and love advice. She never used it against me—even when I wrote Craig Johnson in all 96 Crayola colors.
When I broke my arm in a mosh pit, she helped me fashion a splint out of a concert tee so I could stay for the whole show.
I visited her at Stanford, barely met her basketball-playing boyfriend, and somehow ended up with his mono while she stayed healthy. (Sharing is caring?)
For three decades, we were pen pals, even when we lived in the same state.
Ellen’s family became mine. Cheryll never misses sending me a handmade holiday or Valentine’s card, no matter how often I move. I was always welcome—for dinner, a ride, a boat trip, or a stay at Lummi. They cheer me on at every event, near and far. ALWAYS.
Looking through old photos, I laughed at how many included Jay in his LA college days—proof that for all the Blair Blessings, I got to do my part as our collective baby brother’s keeper.
Twelve years ago, Ellen got food poisoning while visiting me. By day four, I was hiding at my neighbor’s to avoid catching it when she called: “I just threw up on myself.” I walked in to find her standing in my kitchen in her underwear, surrounded by puke. I cleaned up both her and the mess, and when I finished, she proposed marriage. That’s our love.
Ellen was my first call after I met the Indigo Girls at Sundance two years ago. I knew she’d be the most excited—and she was.

I miss her already. I wish we had more time. But I’ll cherish her always and keep her memory bright.

I don’t know if there’s a right way to do this, but my heart is broken, and I need the world to know how much I love my friend.

Our dear Ellen Blair is gone. EEBs was one in ten billion—brilliant, goofy, and full of those unforgettable, wide-eyed-laughter-inducing guffaws. Watching people hear her giant, joyful laugh for the first time was always priceless.

I wasn’t part of the infamous Bellingham Pre-School Gang™, but I made it my mission to force my way in over the years. Ellen was one of the first to welcome me, sharing their secret handshakes and memories.

Some Ellen & Katherine highlights:

I once gave her my angsty teenage diary for life and love advice. She never used it against me—even when I wrote Craig Johnson in all 96 Crayola colors.
When I broke my arm in a mosh pit, she helped me fashion a splint out of a concert tee so I could stay for the whole show.
I visited her at Stanford, barely met her basketball-playing boyfriend, and somehow ended up with his mono while she stayed healthy. (Sharing is caring?)
For three decades, we were pen pals, even when we lived in the same state.
Ellen’s family became mine. Cheryll never misses sending me a handmade holiday or Valentine’s card, no matter how often I move. I was always welcome—for dinner, a ride, a boat trip, or a stay at Lummi. They cheer me on at every event, near and far. ALWAYS.
Looking through old photos, I laughed at how many included Jay in his LA college days—proof that for all the Blair Blessings, I got to do my part as our collective baby brother’s keeper.
Twelve years ago, Ellen got food poisoning while visiting me. By day four, I was hiding at my neighbor’s to avoid catching it when she called: “I just threw up on myself.” I walked in to find her standing in my kitchen in her underwear, surrounded by puke. I cleaned up both her and the mess, and when I finished, she proposed marriage. That’s our love.
Ellen was my first call after I met the Indigo Girls at Sundance two years ago. I knew she’d be the most excited—and she was.

I miss her already. I wish we had more time. But I’ll cherish her always and keep her memory bright.

I don’t know if there’s a right way to do this, but my heart is broken, and I need the world to know how much I love my friend.

Our dear Ellen Blair is gone. EEBs was one in ten billion—brilliant, goofy, and full of those unforgettable, wide-eyed-laughter-inducing guffaws. Watching people hear her giant, joyful laugh for the first time was always priceless.

I wasn’t part of the infamous Bellingham Pre-School Gang™, but I made it my mission to force my way in over the years. Ellen was one of the first to welcome me, sharing their secret handshakes and memories.

Some Ellen & Katherine highlights:

I once gave her my angsty teenage diary for life and love advice. She never used it against me—even when I wrote Craig Johnson in all 96 Crayola colors.
When I broke my arm in a mosh pit, she helped me fashion a splint out of a concert tee so I could stay for the whole show.
I visited her at Stanford, barely met her basketball-playing boyfriend, and somehow ended up with his mono while she stayed healthy. (Sharing is caring?)
For three decades, we were pen pals, even when we lived in the same state.
Ellen’s family became mine. Cheryll never misses sending me a handmade holiday or Valentine’s card, no matter how often I move. I was always welcome—for dinner, a ride, a boat trip, or a stay at Lummi. They cheer me on at every event, near and far. ALWAYS.
Looking through old photos, I laughed at how many included Jay in his LA college days—proof that for all the Blair Blessings, I got to do my part as our collective baby brother’s keeper.
Twelve years ago, Ellen got food poisoning while visiting me. By day four, I was hiding at my neighbor’s to avoid catching it when she called: “I just threw up on myself.” I walked in to find her standing in my kitchen in her underwear, surrounded by puke. I cleaned up both her and the mess, and when I finished, she proposed marriage. That’s our love.
Ellen was my first call after I met the Indigo Girls at Sundance two years ago. I knew she’d be the most excited—and she was.

I miss her already. I wish we had more time. But I’ll cherish her always and keep her memory bright.

I don’t know if there’s a right way to do this, but my heart is broken, and I need the world to know how much I love my friend.

Our dear Ellen Blair is gone. EEBs was one in ten billion—brilliant, goofy, and full of those unforgettable, wide-eyed-laughter-inducing guffaws. Watching people hear her giant, joyful laugh for the first time was always priceless.

I wasn’t part of the infamous Bellingham Pre-School Gang™, but I made it my mission to force my way in over the years. Ellen was one of the first to welcome me, sharing their secret handshakes and memories.

Some Ellen & Katherine highlights:

I once gave her my angsty teenage diary for life and love advice. She never used it against me—even when I wrote Craig Johnson in all 96 Crayola colors.
When I broke my arm in a mosh pit, she helped me fashion a splint out of a concert tee so I could stay for the whole show.
I visited her at Stanford, barely met her basketball-playing boyfriend, and somehow ended up with his mono while she stayed healthy. (Sharing is caring?)
For three decades, we were pen pals, even when we lived in the same state.
Ellen’s family became mine. Cheryll never misses sending me a handmade holiday or Valentine’s card, no matter how often I move. I was always welcome—for dinner, a ride, a boat trip, or a stay at Lummi. They cheer me on at every event, near and far. ALWAYS.
Looking through old photos, I laughed at how many included Jay in his LA college days—proof that for all the Blair Blessings, I got to do my part as our collective baby brother’s keeper.
Twelve years ago, Ellen got food poisoning while visiting me. By day four, I was hiding at my neighbor’s to avoid catching it when she called: “I just threw up on myself.” I walked in to find her standing in my kitchen in her underwear, surrounded by puke. I cleaned up both her and the mess, and when I finished, she proposed marriage. That’s our love.
Ellen was my first call after I met the Indigo Girls at Sundance two years ago. I knew she’d be the most excited—and she was.

I miss her already. I wish we had more time. But I’ll cherish her always and keep her memory bright.

I don’t know if there’s a right way to do this, but my heart is broken, and I need the world to know how much I love my friend.

Our dear Ellen Blair is gone. EEBs was one in ten billion—brilliant, goofy, and full of those unforgettable, wide-eyed-laughter-inducing guffaws. Watching people hear her giant, joyful laugh for the first time was always priceless.

I wasn’t part of the infamous Bellingham Pre-School Gang™, but I made it my mission to force my way in over the years. Ellen was one of the first to welcome me, sharing their secret handshakes and memories.

Some Ellen & Katherine highlights:

I once gave her my angsty teenage diary for life and love advice. She never used it against me—even when I wrote Craig Johnson in all 96 Crayola colors.
When I broke my arm in a mosh pit, she helped me fashion a splint out of a concert tee so I could stay for the whole show.
I visited her at Stanford, barely met her basketball-playing boyfriend, and somehow ended up with his mono while she stayed healthy. (Sharing is caring?)
For three decades, we were pen pals, even when we lived in the same state.
Ellen’s family became mine. Cheryll never misses sending me a handmade holiday or Valentine’s card, no matter how often I move. I was always welcome—for dinner, a ride, a boat trip, or a stay at Lummi. They cheer me on at every event, near and far. ALWAYS.
Looking through old photos, I laughed at how many included Jay in his LA college days—proof that for all the Blair Blessings, I got to do my part as our collective baby brother’s keeper.
Twelve years ago, Ellen got food poisoning while visiting me. By day four, I was hiding at my neighbor’s to avoid catching it when she called: “I just threw up on myself.” I walked in to find her standing in my kitchen in her underwear, surrounded by puke. I cleaned up both her and the mess, and when I finished, she proposed marriage. That’s our love.
Ellen was my first call after I met the Indigo Girls at Sundance two years ago. I knew she’d be the most excited—and she was.

I miss her already. I wish we had more time. But I’ll cherish her always and keep her memory bright.

I don’t know if there’s a right way to do this, but my heart is broken, and I need the world to know how much I love my friend.

Our dear Ellen Blair is gone. EEBs was one in ten billion—brilliant, goofy, and full of those unforgettable, wide-eyed-laughter-inducing guffaws. Watching people hear her giant, joyful laugh for the first time was always priceless.

I wasn’t part of the infamous Bellingham Pre-School Gang™, but I made it my mission to force my way in over the years. Ellen was one of the first to welcome me, sharing their secret handshakes and memories.

Some Ellen & Katherine highlights:

I once gave her my angsty teenage diary for life and love advice. She never used it against me—even when I wrote Craig Johnson in all 96 Crayola colors.
When I broke my arm in a mosh pit, she helped me fashion a splint out of a concert tee so I could stay for the whole show.
I visited her at Stanford, barely met her basketball-playing boyfriend, and somehow ended up with his mono while she stayed healthy. (Sharing is caring?)
For three decades, we were pen pals, even when we lived in the same state.
Ellen’s family became mine. Cheryll never misses sending me a handmade holiday or Valentine’s card, no matter how often I move. I was always welcome—for dinner, a ride, a boat trip, or a stay at Lummi. They cheer me on at every event, near and far. ALWAYS.
Looking through old photos, I laughed at how many included Jay in his LA college days—proof that for all the Blair Blessings, I got to do my part as our collective baby brother’s keeper.
Twelve years ago, Ellen got food poisoning while visiting me. By day four, I was hiding at my neighbor’s to avoid catching it when she called: “I just threw up on myself.” I walked in to find her standing in my kitchen in her underwear, surrounded by puke. I cleaned up both her and the mess, and when I finished, she proposed marriage. That’s our love.
Ellen was my first call after I met the Indigo Girls at Sundance two years ago. I knew she’d be the most excited—and she was.

I miss her already. I wish we had more time. But I’ll cherish her always and keep her memory bright.

🎄2024 2019 2016 - My loves 🩷

This last week has been a complete whirlwind and we’re JUST GETTING STARTED! Had such a fantastic time at @tribeca and such a charming time at @ptownfilm. Loved getting to stand in the back and the experience audiences live, laugh, love (literally!) at the film! A dream!
This film has been a complete labor of love and I’m so proud of @pagehurwitz and the entire team. We did it! Happy Pride. Find us on your @netflix, give us 👍🏼👍🏼, and please spread the word. Happy Pride! 🩷🌈🩷

This last week has been a complete whirlwind and we’re JUST GETTING STARTED! Had such a fantastic time at @tribeca and such a charming time at @ptownfilm. Loved getting to stand in the back and the experience audiences live, laugh, love (literally!) at the film! A dream!
This film has been a complete labor of love and I’m so proud of @pagehurwitz and the entire team. We did it! Happy Pride. Find us on your @netflix, give us 👍🏼👍🏼, and please spread the word. Happy Pride! 🩷🌈🩷

This last week has been a complete whirlwind and we’re JUST GETTING STARTED! Had such a fantastic time at @tribeca and such a charming time at @ptownfilm. Loved getting to stand in the back and the experience audiences live, laugh, love (literally!) at the film! A dream!
This film has been a complete labor of love and I’m so proud of @pagehurwitz and the entire team. We did it! Happy Pride. Find us on your @netflix, give us 👍🏼👍🏼, and please spread the word. Happy Pride! 🩷🌈🩷

This last week has been a complete whirlwind and we’re JUST GETTING STARTED! Had such a fantastic time at @tribeca and such a charming time at @ptownfilm. Loved getting to stand in the back and the experience audiences live, laugh, love (literally!) at the film! A dream!
This film has been a complete labor of love and I’m so proud of @pagehurwitz and the entire team. We did it! Happy Pride. Find us on your @netflix, give us 👍🏼👍🏼, and please spread the word. Happy Pride! 🩷🌈🩷

This last week has been a complete whirlwind and we’re JUST GETTING STARTED! Had such a fantastic time at @tribeca and such a charming time at @ptownfilm. Loved getting to stand in the back and the experience audiences live, laugh, love (literally!) at the film! A dream!
This film has been a complete labor of love and I’m so proud of @pagehurwitz and the entire team. We did it! Happy Pride. Find us on your @netflix, give us 👍🏼👍🏼, and please spread the word. Happy Pride! 🩷🌈🩷

This last week has been a complete whirlwind and we’re JUST GETTING STARTED! Had such a fantastic time at @tribeca and such a charming time at @ptownfilm. Loved getting to stand in the back and the experience audiences live, laugh, love (literally!) at the film! A dream!
This film has been a complete labor of love and I’m so proud of @pagehurwitz and the entire team. We did it! Happy Pride. Find us on your @netflix, give us 👍🏼👍🏼, and please spread the word. Happy Pride! 🩷🌈🩷

This last week has been a complete whirlwind and we’re JUST GETTING STARTED! Had such a fantastic time at @tribeca and such a charming time at @ptownfilm. Loved getting to stand in the back and the experience audiences live, laugh, love (literally!) at the film! A dream!
This film has been a complete labor of love and I’m so proud of @pagehurwitz and the entire team. We did it! Happy Pride. Find us on your @netflix, give us 👍🏼👍🏼, and please spread the word. Happy Pride! 🩷🌈🩷

This last week has been a complete whirlwind and we’re JUST GETTING STARTED! Had such a fantastic time at @tribeca and such a charming time at @ptownfilm. Loved getting to stand in the back and the experience audiences live, laugh, love (literally!) at the film! A dream!
This film has been a complete labor of love and I’m so proud of @pagehurwitz and the entire team. We did it! Happy Pride. Find us on your @netflix, give us 👍🏼👍🏼, and please spread the word. Happy Pride! 🩷🌈🩷

This last week has been a complete whirlwind and we’re JUST GETTING STARTED! Had such a fantastic time at @tribeca and such a charming time at @ptownfilm. Loved getting to stand in the back and the experience audiences live, laugh, love (literally!) at the film! A dream!
This film has been a complete labor of love and I’m so proud of @pagehurwitz and the entire team. We did it! Happy Pride. Find us on your @netflix, give us 👍🏼👍🏼, and please spread the word. Happy Pride! 🩷🌈🩷

This last week has been a complete whirlwind and we’re JUST GETTING STARTED! Had such a fantastic time at @tribeca and such a charming time at @ptownfilm. Loved getting to stand in the back and the experience audiences live, laugh, love (literally!) at the film! A dream!
This film has been a complete labor of love and I’m so proud of @pagehurwitz and the entire team. We did it! Happy Pride. Find us on your @netflix, give us 👍🏼👍🏼, and please spread the word. Happy Pride! 🩷🌈🩷

Changing the world, one joke at a time. World premiere at Tribeca THIS Fri, 6/7. Then opening Ptown NEXT Wed, 6/12 and FINALLY, landing on Netflix 6/18! #outstandingacomedyrevolution

Feels like a blink since we premiered Prophet’s Prey at @sundanceorg 2015! Will always be a career highlight—thank you for the memories! Happy 40th Sundance! #sundance40th #prophetsprey #indiefilm

Feels like a blink since we premiered Prophet’s Prey at @sundanceorg 2015! Will always be a career highlight—thank you for the memories! Happy 40th Sundance! #sundance40th #prophetsprey #indiefilm

Feels like a blink since we premiered Prophet’s Prey at @sundanceorg 2015! Will always be a career highlight—thank you for the memories! Happy 40th Sundance! #sundance40th #prophetsprey #indiefilm

Feels like a blink since we premiered Prophet’s Prey at @sundanceorg 2015! Will always be a career highlight—thank you for the memories! Happy 40th Sundance! #sundance40th #prophetsprey #indiefilm

Feels like a blink since we premiered Prophet’s Prey at @sundanceorg 2015! Will always be a career highlight—thank you for the memories! Happy 40th Sundance! #sundance40th #prophetsprey #indiefilm

Feels like a blink since we premiered Prophet’s Prey at @sundanceorg 2015! Will always be a career highlight—thank you for the memories! Happy 40th Sundance! #sundance40th #prophetsprey #indiefilm

Feels like a blink since we premiered Prophet’s Prey at @sundanceorg 2015! Will always be a career highlight—thank you for the memories! Happy 40th Sundance! #sundance40th #prophetsprey #indiefilm

Feels like a blink since we premiered Prophet’s Prey at @sundanceorg 2015! Will always be a career highlight—thank you for the memories! Happy 40th Sundance! #sundance40th #prophetsprey #indiefilm

Feels like a blink since we premiered Prophet’s Prey at @sundanceorg 2015! Will always be a career highlight—thank you for the memories! Happy 40th Sundance! #sundance40th #prophetsprey #indiefilm

Feels like a blink since we premiered Prophet’s Prey at @sundanceorg 2015! Will always be a career highlight—thank you for the memories! Happy 40th Sundance! #sundance40th #prophetsprey #indiefilm

We STAN for @selenagomez and @rarebeauty. Still basking in the beautiful light of the 24 hours I got to have with my all-grown-up-flies-by-herself niece. The Rare Impact Benefit was so much fun! Honored to get to attend.

We STAN for @selenagomez and @rarebeauty. Still basking in the beautiful light of the 24 hours I got to have with my all-grown-up-flies-by-herself niece. The Rare Impact Benefit was so much fun! Honored to get to attend.

We STAN for @selenagomez and @rarebeauty. Still basking in the beautiful light of the 24 hours I got to have with my all-grown-up-flies-by-herself niece. The Rare Impact Benefit was so much fun! Honored to get to attend.

We STAN for @selenagomez and @rarebeauty. Still basking in the beautiful light of the 24 hours I got to have with my all-grown-up-flies-by-herself niece. The Rare Impact Benefit was so much fun! Honored to get to attend.

We STAN for @selenagomez and @rarebeauty. Still basking in the beautiful light of the 24 hours I got to have with my all-grown-up-flies-by-herself niece. The Rare Impact Benefit was so much fun! Honored to get to attend.

We STAN for @selenagomez and @rarebeauty. Still basking in the beautiful light of the 24 hours I got to have with my all-grown-up-flies-by-herself niece. The Rare Impact Benefit was so much fun! Honored to get to attend.

We STAN for @selenagomez and @rarebeauty. Still basking in the beautiful light of the 24 hours I got to have with my all-grown-up-flies-by-herself niece. The Rare Impact Benefit was so much fun! Honored to get to attend.

We STAN for @selenagomez and @rarebeauty. Still basking in the beautiful light of the 24 hours I got to have with my all-grown-up-flies-by-herself niece. The Rare Impact Benefit was so much fun! Honored to get to attend.