Crying on Cue by Deb Anna

Wonderful actors supposedly struggle with the skill — supposedly, even Sir Lawrence Olivier couldn’t do it. So why I — a writer not particularly prone to tears who isn’t nearly masochistic enough to have ever wanted to be an actress — can make myself cry is beyond me. I’m not exactly sure when I discovered that I had this talent. It wasn’t when I wanted a better grade, got pulled…

Monday, November 27, 2006
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Call it Karma by Deb Anna

I’m someone who’s been around the block with agents. Before I came to my senses, see, I dabbled (mostly unsucccessfully) as a screenwriter and so I’d been through every version of despicable agenting. After being lied to, misled, hit on and even worse — ignored — I’d come to believe that an agent, if you wanted to do anything that required one, was a necessary evil, a person who always…

Monday, November 20, 2006
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Saturday Night Fever By Deb Anna

On Saturday nights, our family was happy. During the week, Dad wasn’t ever around, my brother and I fought, and Mom made a sound effort (though not sound enough for her overly observant and analytical daughter) to hide her unhappiness. But on Saturdays, we pretended to be a happy family. And we pretended well.

Sunday, November 12, 2006
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First Kiss By Deb Anna

Ah, my first kiss. His name was Luke. Branson School lower parking lot. After a Christmas tree lighting event which I was attending despite my Jewishness because I’m the second least observant Jew in the world — the first being my mother, who at that moment was still standing at the Christmas tree making small talk with the other mothers and probably looking for me. Most of the details of…

Sunday, November 5, 2006
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Home Improvement By Debster Anna

I should start by explaining that I’m not writing off topic — even though the topic of the week is the supernatural and I’m about to be writing about home improvement. I’m simply pretending that I didn’t notice that the topic du semaine was changed God knows how long back because I feel I have more to offer on the home improvement front. This is how my most recent experience…

Sunday, October 29, 2006
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Exercise Addiction By Spandex-ed Deb Anna

My name is Anna and I am an exercise addict. In terms of addictions, it could be worse – I should know, because I have all of them. (I have what they call an addictive personality.) With exercise, however, I’m not planning to get into recovery. See, considering the fact that I’m also addicted to chocolate (an obsession I seem to share with my fellow Deb Mia), my need to…

Saturday, October 21, 2006
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Being Defiant By Deb Anna

I am being a bad deb and should absolutely have my pearls — not to mention ball gown — yanked away for this, but I’m ignoring this week’s scheduled topic and writing instead about the week I had writing my acknowledgments for my book. I hope I’m not the only writer who started thinking about this before the book was even a book. It was surely before I wrote my…

Sunday, October 15, 2006
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Publishing for Princesses by Deb Anna

Though I can all but guarantee I will both eat and live to regret these words, I have to say that thus far, book publishing has been fairly dreamy. Keep in mind, however, that I’m saying this after over a decade in the magazine world, where I’ve constantly competed with hundreds, if not thousands, of writers for an assignment, where I’m asked to rewrite pieces up to four times and…

Monday, October 9, 2006
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Karma Car by Deb Anna

I was thrilled when, at the age of 16, I was given a white Volvo sedan, one of my dad’s company cars, to drive — thrilled mostly because my other option was an ages-old Hyundai, a sort of puke-colored thing that always reminded me of a Flinstones-type of car with two running feet in lieu of an engine. The Volvo was reliable, a cool color, and, people often reminded me,…

Monday, October 2, 2006
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Annalyzing Myself By Debutante Anna

When I brazenly stated that I’d be the one to take Mondays — assuming that reading how other people tackled the topic of the week would only cause me undue stress and possibly bring on a continued massive inferiority complex — I surely hadn’t imagined this moment. Me, the day before my introductory post is due, with no clue how to do it. What could I have been thinking? I’m…

Sunday, September 17, 2006
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