That quote is a guiding light, but then again, this one is nearly perfect: “I wasn’t kissing her, I was just whispering in her mouth,” uttered by Chico Marx when caught in flagrante. Now, you all know where I come from and about my ties to Hollywood. You also may…
Tag: It’s in His Kiss by Vickie Lester
For editors, for digital savants, for connoisseurs of scent, for kind hearts around the world, for book clubs, and for this thing we call the Internet. The places we go, the people we meet, the perfectly wonderful communities we build…online. My editor sent me this: An excerpt from: Faulks on…
…In retrospect hijacking a telephone code was the least of Billie’s sins that summer, and since she’d stopped attending confession about the same time she stopped taking piano lessons, she never atoned, achieving a state of grace was the furthest thing from her mind. What she wanted was out. Out…
…“All right! All right! Just everybody get in the car!” “Want me to drive?” Natalie inquired. “Do I ever?” her father bellowed. Uncle Manny smoothly injected himself into the mêlée, “Bob, Annie’ll ride with me. You take her home from the cemetery.” Natalie cringed and widened her eyes like a…
“…For God’s sake Annie, don’t get messed up in this. Hello! Have you been listening to me? Movie people have a long, ugly history of hushing up murder. I can think of three suspicious deaths—no four, four that never came to trial. Don’t mess with these people. That is, if…