Harper Collins published my novel "The Gorgeous Girls", and my screenplay "Sideshow Bandit" has won many Best Screenplay awards at film festivals.
All You Really Need Is Empathy
Mercy is having a sarcasmgasm on Facebook. She read an opinion piece in The New York Times and thought it was "full of bullshit" so she posted about it, laying on the sarcasm. Mercy often uses the quote: “I’d give up sarcasm but that would leave interpretive dancing as my only way of communicating.” She adds: “And you don’t want to see that.”
The Notorious Ward
St. John’s Ward was a festering pool of poverty & disease located in the heart of Toronto in the 19th & 20th centuries. Known simply as The Ward, the area was defined by its border streets: College, Yonge, University & Queen. It housed the city’s poorest: people who had travelled from afar looking for a brighter future, who then did their best to set up housekeeping in Toronto’s worst slum.
Beautiful Joe was a dog whose owner beat him and cut off his ears and tail. In 1894, Marshall Saunders wrote “Beautiful Joe”, a novel based on the true story of this tortured dog. Her book led the charge for the humane treatment of animals everywhere.
Dear Mr Pecknold
After our parents’ divorce, our mother moved her bedroom to the den and my brother took over the old conjugal quarters. Like a 1960s version of Tom Sawyer, he sloshed a purple-wash over a beige wall, then got his teeny bopper little sister to finish the job: I was only too happy to turn the whole room into nighttime for his new black light.
There she goes again, that little blonde girl jumping off the carport roof with an open umbrella in her hand. She’s trying to fly - she’s always trying to fly - and this time just like all the others, she drops straight to the ground, much like the pears in autumn on the tree next to the carport.
Kist and Me
ONE - Stepping out of a cab in front of the Devonshire Hotel I almost tripped over some lug tying up his shoe. As he stood up, the sun glinted off his camera. Hanging from a short strap around his neck, it looked like a child’s toy. This, plus his khaki shorts and mismatched socks - one argyle, one red - gave the impression of an endearing if overgrown boy scout.
Marty Saves Christmas
I was standing at the bar at 21, toasting the Lord's birthday, when a young woman caught my eye. She was sporting an upswept do rather than the pigtails I was accustomed to so I didn't immediately recognize my eldest daughter, Marty. Yesterday, a freckle-faced kid, today a sophisticated woman of sixteen.
1. Psychedelic Purple The magazine clipping of Lana Turner crackled and curled like a strip of bacon, her shapely gams sizzling in the flames. My uniform, on the other hand, just smouldered - kind of like Lana in The Postman Always Rings Twice.
When I was a teenager in the 60s, I’d take my hard-earned babysitting money and ride a Saturday bus to the nearest town that had more stores than my town had. It was New Westminster, B.C., and I was in search of bargain fabric because I loved clothes.