Tag: #ForallthoseHollywoodWiveswhoarealsoHollywoodBeards
First, let’s get something absolutely straight. I will be wearing these overalls until the book is published, they turn into dust, or Mr. Lester burns them: whichever comes first. I did know a young tyke (no names, please) with indulgent parents who insisted on wearing his shiny, polyester, Spider-Man suit…
To say Anne was stunned when she was summoned to the winter home of Becky Nelson—head of production at a very well-known studio—would be an understatement. Becky had cut her teeth working for Anne’s father: nepotism, there was that inconvenient word again. Was this a real deal? Had it ever…