Traveling to New York from suburban Philadelphia is a trek. I like to drive. No bus or train for me. On Sunday April 6, my girlfriend, Janet and I set...
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"When are we getting married?" I asked Claude. He remained silent. I boarded the first plane in the morning for New York, took his dog, Tutu, never to return to Paris.
The other night I saw, "I'll Eat You Last," the one-woman show starring Bette Midler. In the 90-minute monologue, Bette Midler brilliantly portrays the spirit, the grit and the brashness of legendary Hollywood agent, Sue Mengers.
With Bryan Forbes passing, I was reminded of what a good director he was. He taught me the importance of listening.
And they all lived together happily forever. Ba humbug. Mediocrity in big budget super duper fan fare.
Nearly a decade ago, I moved to the suburbs from NYC. In that time I've learned some pretty important things to ensure my survival, nay, my sanity.
It is my hope that women mentors are showing off their wrinkles and professional battle wounds when coaching other women. Because while age and titles may separate us; we face similar battles.
There has been precious little critical debate or dialogue about pornography in mainstream media, which is striking when you consider what a ubiquitous cultural phenomenon it is.
On TV panel discussion after another, no matter what obvious shortcoming of Palin is presented, these so-called knowledgeable and pure Americans have a ready answer no matter how illogical.
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