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“You Should Write A Movie.”

“It’s him. Why wouldn’t it be him?” my friend Artsy Mommy asked me the day after Mr. Screenwriter signed my blog. “What’s the big deal?” she wanted to know. “He’s just a writer.” Just a writer. I laughed out loud. She had clearly expressed what most of the world thinks of my chosen profession. This…

“You’re Not Being Punked.”

When I write, “until the day I found a way to speak with Mr. Screenwriter on the phone,” you must remember that I worked from home with a four-year-old tugging at my pant leg every ten minutes. Therefore, if I wanted my impulsive plan to work (and by impulsive, I mean impulsive—I’d only come up…

“I’m Afraid To Ask, But What Is Poking?

“A new comment on the post #179 “Will Mr. Screenwriter Add Me As A Facebook Friend?” is waiting for your approval.” I stared at my inbox in disbelief, then looked around for a brown bag to breathe into. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in.  Breathe out. Mr. Screenwriter—the guy who wrote my favourite movie and…

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…