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Fredrica Duke
Fredrica Duke is a mother, a daughter and a wife. Her children, Oliver, Augie and Barnaby, are artists and performers. Her father, Maurice Duke, handicapped from polio, was a one-of-a-kind B-movie producer, about whom she has just completed a documentary. Her husband, Michael Barrie, is a writer for the Late Show with David Letterman. Fredrica, a.k.a. Fredde, writes stories of growing up in Beverly Hills on her blog Channeling the Food Critic in Me, and is a regular contributor to One for the Table.

Entries by Fredrica Duke


(2) Comments | Posted December 3, 2014 | 12:00 AM

Everyone had pimples. I didn't. Everyone had her period. I didn't. I never realized the two were hormonally related. Then, one day at 15, there it was, my "monthly friend." Aunt Flo. The crimson tide. Red River. Ridin' the cotton pony. On the rag. That time of the month. FINALLY,...

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Let's Throw a Funeral

(4) Comments | Posted June 17, 2014 | 12:14 PM

I am an infamous control freak. I would even like to control everything from the other side. I dictate plans to my husband all the time about my fantasy funeral. Then I test him. I'm not sick or dying -- this is for my in-the-distant-future funeral, kenehora. Here goes. Listen...

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Pie Crusts

(20) Comments | Posted October 12, 2013 | 7:29 AM

I asked nothing. I wanted to ask everything. I thought I had some time. The O.J. trial was the soundtrack. For three straight months, night and day, the trial, and news about the trial, blared from the room as my mom lay dying. The real news for us was that...

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Showing the Facebook Love

(0) Comments | Posted May 3, 2013 | 6:30 PM

The other day, one of my 800-and-counting friends on Facebook mailed me a package. I barely know him, never met him in person, yet I received a delicious chocolate torte. A real friend of mine could not believe that I gave a "stranger" my address. Sure, I'm going to give...

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Opposites Attract

(51) Comments | Posted February 22, 2013 | 3:55 AM

We've all heard that opposites attract. My parents were just about the most opposite people you could find.

My mother, Evelyn, was quiet, elegant and intelligent. My father, Maurice, was loud, lovable and crass. Taste was not exactly his strong suit except, of course, his great taste in women....

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