So here’s the deal. I am never going to lie to you. I wouldn’t have to. I often wonder to myself, that if I met me, and told myself half of my stories, would I really believe myself or would I think I’m full of shit? Well, the answer is that I’d probably think I’m full of shit. I barely believe my stories myself, and they happened to me ( Read more... )

Is there still a community out there? I dunno. So why am I here? Well I'm writing a book and, the truth is, I don't know how not to write for an audience, so I dusted off this long abandoned on-line journal as a place to put some of the sections of my manuscript, which is still a work in progress, in hopes that a very small audience might find ( Read more... )

Hello friends and supporters ( Read more... )

In November 2009, while in Hollywood, I had lunch with former child star Robbie Rist (aka Cousin Oliver from the Brady Bunch). Robbie Rist and I talked about the myth that child stars grow up to be messed up and Robbie said that the ones that do were the kind that had bad parents and were exploited. Robbie says ( Read more... )

( Read more... )

Its one of those things about myself that I don't get and that can't be explained - I absolutly love Michelle Tracthenberg.  In my latest article at PCA I try to explain my strange obsession as I follow the highs and lows of Michelle's career from Harriet the Spy all the way to Mercy.  And for the Buffy fans out there, I defend why I believe that ( Read more... )

( Read more... )

Holmes and I sat at Mr. Dixon's funeral on Monday afternoon. We didn't feel like talking and we didn't have much to say. Holmes face was sad and he had dark rings around his eyes. His face reflected how I felt ( Read more... )

I have been quite disturbed by the fact that my Christmas presents that I ordered from Amazon have not yet arrived at my home, despite the fact that the "tracking" service said that they were delivered on December 1st. This is causing a lot of anxiety to me right now. Despite the fact that the roads are deadly today I think I'm going to go to the ( Read more... )

Last night, so that my mother could have a Christmas party with her strange old friends, she recruited me to get my father out of the house for the evening. In one way it was a good thing, because this is the first Christmas in years that Mom could have a Christmas party because my father seems to have finally kicked his illness after two years. ( Read more... )