I was born at the Newton-Wellesley Hospital in Massachusetts where Jack Lemmon made his appearance in the elevator many years before. My mother managed to make it all the way to the delivery room.
The Red Room sent out a call for blogs on typos. It dredged up an embarrassing memory I've been trying to suppress. Gee, thanks, guys!There was a time in my life when I did an inordinate amount of celebrity profiles. I rather enjoyed being a bridge between actors and their fans, although I also went behind-the-scenes. We all make typos so I really don't think we ever needed the help of the ...
It's official: I Hate Politics. I mean, after this election, I actively hate it. I have never seen anything as scummy as what is being rammed down our throats in Massachusetts. The whole country knows that Teddy Kennedy's Senate seat is up for grabs. Sort of. There hasn't been anyone but Ted Kennedy in that seat since the early 70s when Ed Brooke held the seat. Brooke, by the way, was a ...
Would this have been my personal choice for a blog entry? Maybe. Maybe not. Oddly enough, I often think about my favorite poem. I first read Inspiration for Living by James Russell Lowell when I was eight or nine years old and immediately committed it to memory. I had found the poem on my own, in a volume of poems that my mother owned. Our apartment was filled with books, the collection ...