There have been many, many books that have had a huge impact on me over the years, but I’m going to focus on my early years–since this is the time that I both decided that a.) I loved reading, and b.) that I wanted to be a writer. I have a tendency to want to self-edit this list, to only share certain titles and leave the others out, but I’m…
The worst advice I ever got was never to get a puppy, and never get a dog around Christmas. This advice was from my husband. I ignored it, and on Christmas Eve nine years ago, my husband and I brought home nine-month-old Riley, our first-born. You can see him in yesterday’s News Flash. As for bad career advice, the worst I ever got was well-meaning, but wrong. The giver was…
One of my habits is to turn back to old favorites in times of stress. I suppose this is like “comfort food”. There are certain movies I’ve watched so many times I can recite whole scenes, for example. I laugh before I get to the funny parts because I know they’re coming and laugh again when they happen. There’s comfort in that. I do something similar with books. I’m reading…
Film rights to Deb Eve’s memoir, FIRST COMES LOVE, THEN COMES MALARIA are now being represented by The Endeavor Talent Agency in Beverly Hills. On Monday, loyal Deb reader Larramie will celebrate the release of Gail Konop Baker‘s Cancer is a Bitch, or I’d Rather Be Having a Midlife Crisis over at her blog, Seize a Daisy. Cruise over and say hello! Deb Gail is thrilled with this review on…
I was wracking my brain for some clever beauty secret to share with all of you, and I could not stop flashing back to an early episode of the Oprah show I watched in my teens: A very attractive woman in her forties claimed the secret to keeping her model-perfect skin so smooth, youthful and beautiful was to slather it with a big ‘ol glob of spermicide. Yes. Every night…
Fifteen Minutes of Shame by Lisa Daily
I have been bad for weeks. Not convenience store hot dog robbery bad. Not sneaking off to the Motel 6 with the lawn guy bad. But I have been bad. At least, bad for me. My first book, Stop Getting Dumped! was “crashed”, which means the publisher had it in book stores as fast as they could print it. So fast, in fact, that the book was on shelves a…
This week’s theme is candy, but since I spent last week’s post waxing rhapsodic about twinkies and chocolate and cheetos, I thought I might branch out a bit. Last night, I was stuffing invitations for our school gala, sitting around the dining room table at a neighbor’s home with half a dozen women, the usual corps of volunteers. A few were friends, a few others I met there. My job…
