Sung to this tune: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rVq0ONrSH-Q For my mom's birthday this year, I bought her the perfume my grandma (her mom) used to wear, Anais Anais. I actually sprayed some of it on me before I wrapped it up because I had forgotten the scent and was very curious. Let me tell you, it brought… Continue reading To All The Perfumes I’ve Worn Before
Wanna hear something sad? Well sad for me, maybe not for you. I haven't written a post about John Hughes since last September. I know. Oh sure, I wrote about breaking and entering The Breakfast Club High School in April, I threw in the screenplay posts here and there, then I defended him against an article Molly Ringwald… Continue reading Remember When I Used to Write About John Hughes?
Scene Eighteen- Don't Let Them Call Me Carl The whole gang shows up to Channel 7 studios the next day for the interview and decided to wear coordinating outfits except for Valerie who wore her JOHN HUGHES LOVE CHILD tee-shirt and bright purple leggings with John Hughes heads all over them. Regina (looking Valerie… Continue reading Don’t You Forget About Me- Scene Eighteen: Don’t Let Them Call Me Carl
On July 21st, I will be attending my 30-year high school reunion at my rural Ohio high school. It will be full of fun things like seeing old teachers, visiting old schools, seeing old classmates. Lots of old stuff to make me feel less old or conversely, even older. Let's just say… Continue reading Things I Didn’t Do Before My 30-Year High School Reunion
Last week I did something out of character for me all thanks to my husband, risk taker that he is. So on day one of my birthday week last Monday, Mike and I took the day off to have a date day as he was leaving on a business trip the following day for… Continue reading I Got Inside The Breakfast Club High School and Lived to Tell
I made a tough decision earlier this week. Well tough for me, probably not so tough for most of you. I'm no longer sharing my screenplay to the blog. First, I want to clarify that I did not stop sharing because of an essay that Molly Ringwald wrote for The New Yorker. I've toyed with… Continue reading Screenplays Don’t Write Themselves