You Don’t Own Me By Vickie Lester The first roof over her head that summer was courtesy of a friend of friend who was house-sitting in a red brick colonial on a leafy street in Brookline. The house’s owner, a Political Science professor, little suspected that his home was harboring…
Tag: it’s not autobiographical
I’m in a reblogging mood! Silver Screenings allowed me to talk with her young writers group (and they certainly won’t be reading my book until they are older) but they are the very embodiment of dedicated writers, it was inspiring spending time with them. Thanks to Silver Screenings for that…
As you know, I’ve been in Palm Springs. Which I have a kind of atavistic love for… The architecture and the terrain: The coupling of cacti and swimming pools… What I forgot about the desert was the wind. The wind that kicks up out of nowhere, throwing palm fronds to…
…an excerpt of… It’s in His Kiss by Vickie Lester “There’s a concert grand in the living room. Come on.” Anne followed him happily into a room with a soaring ceiling and low-slung couches; they were a design statement, and even she, small as she was, found them dwarfish…
You Don’t Own Me By Vickie Lester “In a happy world, there would be no art. I retreat too often into my imagination. In a happy world, the experience of reality would be enough.” John Fowles …Billie was hunched on a stool at the breakfast bar playing with the bouncy…
Honey Bunnies, you can make it happen. In return I promise you a page turning, sassy, Hollywood insider’s view of pillow talk, industry politics, and a particular church I call “Clientology” — so as not to incur the wrath directed at a wonderful documentary-maker who currently has a project airing…