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Gregory and I spent the long holiday weekend in a U-Haul, driving between Los Angeles and San Diego, moving The Baby Goat home for the summer, until she starts school at Cal State Long Beach in the fall. We spent … Continue reading →

Oh, my stars. Here is the latest Frontiers column from my Darling Gusband, Miss Jackie Beat — where she once again takes names, kicks ass, and, this time out, gives MAJOR LOVE to all the funny broads in her glittering … Continue reading →

“The worst thing that can happen for people who don’t want women to be strong is that we help each other and become a force.” – Sarah Silverman

My children are obsessed with the 80s. OBSESSED. Recently, one of my daughters came to me, lamenting the fact that she was born too late to have experienced the utter magnificence that was my lost and awesome youth. She asked … Continue reading →

“Remember that you own what happened to you. If your childhood was less than ideal, you may have been raised thinking that if you told the truth about what really went on in your family, a long bony white finger … Continue reading →

The best part about living in Los Angeles? The interesting, eclectic people and cultures in which you are constantly soaking. The perpetual, electric, neverending flow of creativity and collaboration. The awesome, bonding, “WE’RE ALL IN THIS TOGETHER” attitude that pervades … Continue reading →

I just this second hit “send” and placed the order for the high school graduation announcements of my last child. We will take him in tomorrow to be fitted for a classic black tux for his Senior Prom, to which … Continue reading →

I am a slut. In fact, I come from a long line of sluts — USO dance hostesses, carnival gypsies, gangster’s molls, and straight-up trollops — broads who would cut your throat just as soon as look at your fucking … Continue reading →

“I have known Joan Crawford for more than 35 years. I still don’t know her at all. She is the only star I know who manufactured herself. She drew up a blueprint for herself and outlined a beautiful package of … Continue reading →

“A writer’s job is to get naked, to hide nothing, to look away from nothing, to look at it. To not blink, to not be embarrassed by it or ashamed of it. Strip it down and let’s get to where … Continue reading →