A brief excerpt: “We sat at the kitchen table listening to the radio. The man’s voice said Mrs. Kennedy’s pink suit was blood-soaked with the president’s own blood. He said a bullet had entered the president’s head. It sounded like in The Manchurian Candidate, the movie I was supposed to…
Category: Parenting
Listen, I try to steer away from politics here — but these have been a tense few weeks. From left to right in the picture below: my uncle Robert, my mother, and my father. My uncle was a pilot in WWII, my father wrote code — he never spoke much…
The fab four in costume: I’m the youngest of four. One of the earliest memories I have is of my oldest brother’s birthday, following my mother around as she decorated the dining room for his party. The centerpieces were Beatles singles stacked in “house of card” towers, the table cloth…
My darlings, I first posted this the day after the Academy Awards in February, and I’m trotting it out again because; a) it’s possibly my favorite movie of all time, and b) I’m still working with my editor on the manuscript… and I feel certain he would have something to…
This, my angels, is a photo of Yours Truly and Mr. Truly sometime around twenty-five years ago… Now, I did snap a picture of the two of us at our regular Sunday outing to the most fabulous dumpling house in the Los Angeles basin, and I was willing to share…
Migraine Friday – Sorry I haven’t been responding to comments
This is a dance troupe from 1938 that performed in Los Angeles — one of them is Sybil Shearer – kinda the mama of Modern Dance… I love the image and it struck me as vertiginous — which I pat myself on the back for pulling out of my foggy…