and I don’t think he liked me so much

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It feels so far, far away. Like maybe it all happened in a dream or a movie. But not a movie that I wrote and starred in. Just one I happen to have watched, on a loop, for several years. God, I miss that movie.

I used to have my own TV show

A nationally syndicated dating game show called BZZZ! (it just enjoyed a re-airing in Feb 2020 on BuzzrTV!)

Having my own TV show was a lifelong dream come true. I told E! Entertainment News in a segment, “All I ever wanted was a dog and my own TV show. Now I have both!” I was…

And I let him in.

photo from Unsplash by Dima Pecchurin

It was a snowy day in Cleveland. I sat alone in my much-too-large-for-only-one-person-apartment, wondering. Wondering entirely-too-intensely-about-everything-I-could-think-of. Has anyone ever died from eating non-cooked Toll House cookie dough? How long would it take to save up enough lint to make a sweater? Would George Clooney like me? If my neighbor started secretly feeding my cat Fancy Feast would Ms. Fluffypants desert me for the better meal? If I had a significant other in my life would I be boring him to tears with my ponderings?

Just then…

I hear a knock at the door. I race over to the peephole and…

A Letter from filmmaker, Henry Jaglom

Henry Jaglom and Paul Newman — source: Henry Jaglom

If you read my interview with the legendary indie filmmaker, Henry Jaglom, then you’ll remember we became friends, quarantine e-pals, and exchanged many, many, many emails back and forth in 2020 during the lock down.

Here it is for a refresher:

I thought fellow film lovers and curious minds would enjoy reading it so I asked Henry if I could post it. …

Why do you write what you write?

Original photo art by the author. Limited edition prints available here.

“Let me live, love, and say it well in good sentences.”
— Sylvia Plath

I was a guest on a podcast the other day discussing my upcoming young adult novel, Just a Girl in the Whirl and the host asked me how I came up with the idea for my story.

Well, I was at a film panel in Hollywood a few years ago listening to a producer talk about how he takes his daughter out to dinner once a week just for one on one time with her. I remember thinking that was so sweet. It’s such a good way for his daughter to feel special and seen by her dad. Then I couldn’t hear anything else he said because my writerly brain kidnapped my thoguths and started asking…

Hollywood Hills, 1998

Photo by Patrick Hendry on Unsplash

Robert and Susan leave their not-so-great-way-over-priced-but-in-the-right-zip-code abode and hurry into their much-too-flashy-no-matter-how-you-justify-it Mercedes Benz and speed their way through Beverly Glen to their horrid destination.

Susan stares out the window while Robert futzes with the radio dial. Where’s the big band station? Susan has her gaze out the window, lost in thought. Robert repeats, Which one is the big band station, Susan? Susan?

Not turning her head away from the passing trees she says, The flower shop across the street from us is hiring.

Honey, we discussed this, you don’t need a job. …

Anne Beatts (February 25, 1947–April 7, 2021)

photo of Anne Beatts by Mikul Robins — collage by the author

a life of action
visions come in flashes
sometimes scenes

I was in an awe of your past
the work,
the awards,
the company you had kept
you, the writer
you, the observer
you, the participant
you, in the thick of it
you made a life — from laughs
and you had the balls
to be a woman while doing it
yes, I was in awe of your past

and then I was gifted with your presence
in the present

I pitch a sketch and you scrunch up your face and say…

More, more, more

Photo by Petar Avramoski on Unsplash

She makes ordering a salad a timely, somewhat amusing event as she does her best to channel Sally from When Harry Met Sally.

No cucumbers. I hate cucumbers. Extra tomatoes but only if they’re cherry tomatoes. No olives if they’re black but I like green, Greek olives so if you have green, Greek olives I’d like extra. No croutons if they’re whole wheat, I’m allergic, but if they’re sourdough and flavored, I’d like extra croutons. And I’d like some honey mustard, not the Dijon fancy pants honey mustard. The regular, yellow honey mustard. On the side. Extra dressing, on the…

Fiction Friday

Photo by Adetunji Paul on Unsplash

Belinda walks into May Company and asks if they’re having an I-just-broke-up-with-my-boyfriend-and-I-feel-like-crap-sale. The salesperson chuckles, shakes her head and walks away.

Guess not, Belinda says to herself as she makes her way to the discount rack. She can never find anything she likes on that rack but it’s the only rack with affordable offerings for her.

Belinda and Jake were dating on and off for three years. Jake said that he loved the way Belinda let him take care of her. He loved feeling needed.

Jake told her on a lazy, Sunday afternoon, Too many women these days want to…


Former Dating Game Show Host. Current Author, TV/Film/VO Actor & Artist. Enthusiasm Enthusiast. 🥳 Care to support the arts?

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