Category: Memoir

April 15, 2013 /
April 14, 2013 /

Babies, Darlings, Angels, Compadres and assorted Poppets… If you have been following this blog you’ll know I wrote a book (an irreverent, sexy, oh so mysterioso roman à clef)… Where was I? Oh yes, someone’s going to publish the book, and I was very vague about the details – no more,…

April 7, 2013 /

As you might have gleaned by now, when there’s a story to tell about Hollywood, I’m inclined to change the names and mix it up a bit to protect the innocent. What follows is mostly true, except what’s not. Carrot topped Kier Bloomfield smeared zinc oxide over the bridge of…

April 7, 2013 /

As you might have gleaned by now, when there’s a story to tell about Hollywood, I’m inclined to change the names and mix it up a bit to protect the innocent. What follows is mostly true, except what’s not. At the end of summer, after several restorative sessions, Ms. Todd…