For years my life was reduced to an About page. Awards I received, Peabody Award, Writers Guild of America Award, (click for more)

X as in ex, referring to the fact that I left Hollywood years before they threw me out, or obsoleted me, or (click for more)

There are two episodes of my life that I’ve never been able to write about due to decades of (click for more)

In college (Marietta, sixties), I had nothing to do while avoiding the draft so I volunteered (click for more)

This is the story about how a ragamuffin sixties college newspaper reporter (me) wangled his way into an (click for more)

Guess who I bumped into, literally, shoulder smacking shoulder, he, racing in me heading (click for more)

To put it mildly, I was persona non grata when they saw me at the airport. The airplane carrying Vanilla Fudge (click for more)

I was in the living room of a friend’s house, scanning her walls of bookshelves, neatly stacked and arranged in (click for more)

Before leaping into the inferno of Hollywood scriptwriting, and surviving relatively unscathed, my creative career (click for more)

But first, an explanation of why I had to get there in such a hurry, despite the fact that we weren’t scheduled to take (click for more)

There’s a myth about breaking into Hollywood that goes like this: “It’s not what you know but who you know.” I call it a (click for more)

You are now entering New Creek, Ohio, the brownest, rockiest farm community in creation, inhabited by hard men, (click for more)

As a writer it only happened to me once, I envisioned something in the future and that vision actually came true. For (click for more)

Part One.  I’m referring to the legendary Polish theatre director that few people know about unless they, 1) are (click for more)

Part Two. Actually, there were two dinners with Jerzy. The second came two years after eating steaks together in Marian (click for more)

The Cosby Show.  For five years during its heyday, I was a member of the writing team that cranked out scripts for (click for more)

Me in the entertainment industry?  I don’t get it.  I can’t sing.  I can’t dance.  I don’t tell jokes. I acted in one play in my life (click for more)

I was none too thrilled about how they saw me when I read the blurb under my photo in the high school yearbook, (click for more)

“God, help me, I know I’m supposed to despise this place, these hideous people — look, over there, a woman with (click for more)

Drum roll, please.  Here are my top five famous people of the many I’ve worked with, interacted with, or simply quivered in (click for more)

If Professor William Gerhold was here today and saw that I produced a warehouse-worth of original artwork, he’d (click for more)

Cue music: “Chapel of Love,” by the Dixie Cups.  Fade In on a man and woman standing in line at the renowned Las (click for more)

The last time I was told the number of people watching the performance of a script I wrote, there was a national (click for more)

Most writers have felt it, “They love my work, they hate it, they’re going to produce it, they killed.” Learning to live with the (click for more)

A friend that created three hit television shows put it to me simply, “Hollywood is not a place to make a living, it’s (click for more)

I know New York City from the heights of Madison Avenue and Hollywood, writing for one of the most prestigious (click for more)

More About But Not Forgotten.
Following are memories about people that touched my life and are now sadly gone (click for more)

The one that never happened. Or the one that got away. Or the one I turned left and should have turned right. Or the (click for more)

“New Joisey,” that’s how my grandfather pronounced the state I grew up in, a sound echoed when he addressed his (click for more)