Movies and Making a Spectacle by Deb Danielle

Like most people, movies have made me laugh and cry, transported me to other worlds and sometimes changed the way I look at things. Some movies have inspired me to greatness, to be a better person, but since I was a child, certain movies (of the music and dance variety) have instead inspired me to make a spectacle of myself. It started with GREASE. Before Olivia shimmied along in her…

Thursday, August 9, 2007
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The Last Dance

Last dance Last dance for love Yes, it’s my last chance For romance tonight Okay, so maybe the lyrics to this Donna Summer number aren’t completely relevant. Because I suspect that although this is my last Monday post on The Debutante Ball, it isn’t in fact my last chance for romance. But is it possible to say “The Last Dance” and not immediately have this song stuck in your ahead,…

Monday, July 30, 2007
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I’m Gonna Live Forever by Deb Kristy

Our topic this week was “Memories.” All I can think of when I hear that word is the movie Fame and the audition of pathetic little Doris Fenseker, in which she earnestly eeks out…”The Way We Were.” Such is the nature of memory. It plays tricks on us. It makes us believe we lived through something one way, when, in fact, it was another way. It gets you lost in the town you grew up…

Saturday, July 28, 2007
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Groupie by Deb Mia

I’m a bit of a loner. I think, as a writer, most of us are by default – we don’t necessarily think we fit in, we’d rather be writing, we’d rather be reading, we have a healthy dose of insecurity and anxiety. In general I tend not to do the group thing. For me, it’s just a lot of work; I tend to get easily frustrated. I do much better…

Thursday, July 26, 2007
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Eat Read Love By Deb Anna

The way I read is similar to the way I eat: sporadic, thoroughly disorganized, and just as likely to occur in the car on the way somewhere as while I’m sitting down. And just so you know, I’m not joining Deb Kristy in the “reading on the road” club — trust me, my driving is dangerous enough without that. I listen to a lot of books because I know I’d…

Monday, June 4, 2007
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Perception Problems By Deb Anna

I have a perception problem, in that I see things as much worse than they actually are. My writing, my personal life, Spiderman 3 – whatever it is, my mind is excellent at taking in the facts, twisting them using some elaborate algorithm that I’m not even conscious of, and re-presenting those facts to me as somehow tragic. Forget glass half-empty; my mind perceives the glass to be broken. (I…

Monday, May 21, 2007
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First Friend By Deb Anna

When I began thinking about this topic, I planned to write about Leah, my best friend from kindergarten through about third grade. Fourth? It can be difficult to determine when best friendships morph into regular old friendships, especially while looking back on those pre-pubescent years, but I’m fairly certain that by fifth grade — after Leah had transferred schools — we’d both moved on to other favorites. Then I remembered…

Monday, May 7, 2007
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First Apartment By Deb Anna

My first apartment wasn’t an apartment — it was a house. And not just any house but a house on Martha’s Vineyard the summer between my sophomore and junior years in college when I was a Derelict with a capital D. And, well, I had the house to match. I lived in it with three other girls, which became two other girls once the third got a look at the…

Monday, April 2, 2007
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CATCHING GENIUS IS LOOSE! by Deb Kristy

WELCOME TO PUB DAY!!! I am so pleased to have you all here with me. For the curious, my schedule today looks something like this: 9:00 a.m. – Sleep in, allow husband to walk dog, then bring me Diet Coke in bed 10:00 a.m. – Kiss husband goodbye, check e-mail for all those FABULOUS congratulations e-mails 10:30 a.m. – Put on music that I love, Van Morrison and Lucinda Williams…

Tuesday, March 6, 2007
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Things I learned from illegal activity by Deb Eileen

I like to tell myself that I didn’t commit any crimes, that the things I did fell more into the area of “pranks.” Who doesn’t like a good prank after all? Prankster sounds so much better than say- delinquent. Examples of some escapades include: – If you pour baby powder at the base of someone’s closed door, and then blow it under the door with a hair dryer it will…

Friday, March 2, 2007
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