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The Fine Line: Emails from L.A.

“Your friend’s on T.V.” “My friend?” “Your friend whose name I can’t pronounce.” “Ohhh! My FRIEND! Mr. Sitcom Actor!” I squealed, and ran from the kitchen, where hubby and I had been making dinner together, to the living room. It was three years after the Crazy Phone Call, and since that time, not one restraining…

The Fine Line: “Do What You Want”

“You’re getting wrinkled.” “It’s not that hot,” I coughed through the steam. “You’re getting drunk.” “It’s rosé. I’m pretty sure you can only get tipsy on the pink stuff,” I laughed. Still, I decided he was right. It was time to get out of the bath. At 31 years old, this newlywed was already a…