I look at images like this and I remember my grandmother’s house. The teenagers in my life get the same glazed look they exhibit whenever I turn the channel to… Read more Over the L.A. river and through the wood to Grandmother’s house we go… →
The novel, in which I spill the beans, let loose, tell all, well, all that I know about Tinsel Town. And that’s plenty!
Neither did it have to do with the Easter Bunny, or any various and sundry muses, unless you switch out muses for informants, and then you might get a better… Read more The novel, in which I spill the beans, let loose, tell all, well, all that I know about Tinsel Town. And that’s plenty! →
In contrast, the other guests glistened in tanning oil. There they were, half-naked, with implausibly buoyant bosoms and supplemented bums and biceps, radiating a carefully constructed beauty; all of… Read more All of these individuals were in the film business or married to it… →