My favorite quote so far about my original series scripts: “The characters, dialogue and stories told in this series are so relevant, so fresh and funny – so clever, you’ll think you’re reading this generation’s west coast answer to the juggernaut series that once aired on HBO.” Ira Liss It makes me wildly happy (and very
I love cute summer dresses. Add to the fact that SoCal has summer weather at least 6 months out of every year, and you can see how I’d be on the look out for items all year long. But the need is especially acute when the temps start to rise and stay put. My problems
I happened across this Chinet commercial on HGTV (of course!), and thought it was inspired. As a society, we’re connected electronically to people all around the world and completely disconnected to the people who are physically around us. This commercial takes that idea and runs with it. Enjoy!
I have this fabulous friend who is literally selling all of her belongings and hitting the road. When I last spoke with her, she had a general end destination, but the journey was far more important– as it usually is. I have to say that I’ve had more than one pang of envy since speaking
You know how sometimes you plan to go on a picnic on a set of a western town, but land in the middle of a banjo and fiddle contest? Well, that’s what happened to me on Sunday. We innocently went up to Paramount Ranch to take in the sites and have a little picnic and
It was another one of those evenings where Pen and I began by lamenting that nothing in life is ever easy. Most of the time, I’m okay with that. I’m not thrilled with it, but I can accept it and struggle through the challenges. Sometimes it even becomes motivating, and I devise a new strategic
Morning Fantasy Today I’m going to clean the apartment from top to bottom, do all of my laundry, cook food for the week, write at least five blogs, work on a script and start those two books. Afternoon Reality Well, at least I watched that episode of Masterpiece that was still in my DVR.
I looked in the mirror the other day and saw a middle-aged woman staring back. I tried to be grateful as my alternative to aging would be death (given that a time machine has not yet become commercially available). But I failed the gratitude test. Instead I was consumed with “when did this happen?” I’ve
I’ve been stood up twice by two different men. I feel like this makes me an expert in the art of understanding the stages of it. Denial is a big one. You look at the clock at least 60 times for every minute. You rationalize everything from traffic to trade winds. Every sound prompts a