Oh babies you know the story, but for those who don’t, a short recap. Once upon a time Vickie Lester had agents who turned down one publishing deal and proposed another with a small indie firm that sounded just right. So, the wheels were in motion as 2013 turned into…
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In case you’ve forgotten the first few pages, click here. You Don’t Own Me By Vickie Lester Late in the summer following her sophomore year, Billie Price was living in the Beverly Hills home of a blonde former figure skater. This photogenic darling of Orange County had risen from championship…
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…
When I was coming out of college, I had a choice. An internship at BBDO, an ad agency in NYC, where I would live in a tiny studio apartment the size of a dorm room and look out of my window at a brick wall, or I could come back…
I suppose when that hashtag phrase is employed it’s meant to convey work on some literary or journalistic enterprise…for me it’s come to mean this: blogging. I had a letter from someone this morning inquiring why people close off access to their websites, make them private, or stop blogging. I…
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…
Darling, that’s one of the questions for the ages, isn’t it? Most likely even our precious Google couldn’t supply the goods, although, it never hurts to ask. Turns out Get Hard, etc., are this week’s trending search terms. Scrunch them all together into a sentence and, yes, it may appear…
I had dinner out last night in Beverly Hills, and I have a confession to make. Since I’ve adapted to online conversation, I have let my wardrobe devolve to t-shirts and jeans. Not exactly very grownup or “going out” attire. So, in attempt to gussy it up, I remembered my…