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Have Broom Will Travel [memoir]

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Halloween 1995, Batman and me
My history is littered with Halloween fails. Before I became a mother the question of what I was going to be for Halloween terrified me.


1958:  Halloween on a blazing hot afternoon in Tripoli, Libya. Age 5 All the military brats from Wheelus Air Force base were going to a Halloween party in an airplane hangar just outside Tripoli. Lots of civilian kids—mostly Brits and Yanks—whose parents worked on the base in various capacities were invited which meant my brother and I got to go too. Our dad, who spoke Arabic fluently and had been with British Intelligence during the war, had something to do with managing the PX on the base. My brother went dressed as a hobo, his cheeks smeared grey by my mother with a piece of burnt cork, while his friend, the older boy who lived next door, dressed up as a woman—a pillow stuck down his sweater shaped into clownish balloon-sized breasts and big red sticky lips. I went as Minnie Mouse in a cheap, cellophane-thin, store-bough…

Brushes with Stardom

Having worked in Hollywood for a bit myself, being married to a guy who still works in Hollywood, having a son who wants that too, my life brushes up against the stars from time to time. Thats how it is when you live in Hollywood. Everybody knows somebody who knows somebody. Yadda. Yadda. Yadda.
Here's where mine has sometimes merged on the Hollywood 101.

Tom Cruise: Cruisin’ It
Carey Mulligan: Baby You Can Drive My Car
Robert Redford: My one and only fan letter

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