The Real Deal (nude scenes and strong language)

Last week I turned pro. Did you know? You might have missed it if you are not on Linked In. I listed myself as a writer and it felt a bit sticky. Even now I’m cringing on the inside. But I did it. I don’t know what will come of this besides daily emails inviting …

the Interesting and the Beautiful

Ah now I remember the other side of France – the side where I had low self-esteem. Saint Tropez …. The place of starlets and movie stars. The playground of the rich and famous, where Brigitte Bardot sunbathed topless in the 1960s. Songs have been written about it. Fake tans have been named after it. …

a day in the life of a girl getting high

The day back to work after the holiday is hardly the best one of the year. I woke up with a vague sense of depression. I was in a daze. I had only been away a week, but I didn’t know how I was ever going to work again. Could I still do it? Then …

I saw you crying….

…I saw you crying at the discotheque… Oh yes, I may mock those crazy Europeans with their far-out summer anthems, but if truth be told, if anyone was crying at the discotheque back in 2001, it’d probably have been me. You see, I’ve always found a friend in my tears. A good cry just makes …