When I was pregnant with my daughter, I discovered Errol Morris’s “The Thin Blue Line” through the curiosity of streaming channel flipping…and promptly became obsessed. OBSESSED. Have you seen it? During my body exhausted hours that happened almost daily, I would watch (at minimum) parts of the movie where he interviewed a myriad of characters. Over and over, I was fascinated at how he was able to pull forth the content from these folks that ended up in a brilliantly edited movie.

Unbeknownst to me at the time, my secret dream to be directed by Errol Morris would later come true after the birth of my little one. At about a year old, she tagged along on a commercial audition, sitting on my lap with her board book, while I read copy. As this business goes, she booked the national network commercial….I did not. On set, the day of and in the fast paced moments of setting up the shot, it happened. As I was quickly buttoning her jumper, from behind a monitor I heard only his voice with a sigh of frustration speak directly to me as he said….“Get out of my frame.”