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Judy Bernly: “Don’t you tell me what I can or can’t be serious about, or what is or isn’t me! If I want to play S&S and M&M and all those other bondage games, or even smoke pot, that’s my … Continue reading →

Season 3 Anna Gunn (pictured) got the worst of it in this series: both as the character she played (Skylar White) and the actor in real life. While Bryan Cranston soared into the heights of acting fame and Aaron Paul … Continue reading →

Season 2 In the second season, we are introduced to an insane, psychopathic, distributor named Tuco. Tuco is a character who loves to kill — probably gives him some sort of sexual endorphin filled rush which is why he has … Continue reading →

I mention this movie (the photo is from the CD) only because the writer and director was Dirk Shafer, who made a name for himself by becoming the first Playgirl nude model to come out as gay. He made this … Continue reading →

Season 1 And I’m guessing you’d have to add to Bryan Cranston, Aaron Paul (pictured) and Anna Gunn to the “creator’s” list, because I don’t think this show would have achieved the same greatness as it did without them. You … Continue reading →

It doesn’t seem possible when I feel still quite young that I could be thinking about how I will approach the latter part of my life. Or time, if those are the same thing. Personally, I think gravity and time … Continue reading →

That’s not a word. I just made it up. One of the most important lessons of writing fiction, whether in a novel, short story, screenplay or play, is the word “active.” The characters, especially the main character, must be active. … Continue reading →

Sometimes I’ll read something by a well-known, lauded author and have absolutely no idea what he or she is talking about. I just finished an old review by John Updike of an Alan Hollinghurst novel. I couldn’t tell if it … Continue reading →

I was walking down the street and passed the playground of a public school. The teachers had apparently told all the children to line up, with the boy at one end of the line and the girls at the other. … Continue reading →

By me. A long time friend — a short black woman who always described herself, jokingly, as a “poor black child from Harlem,” asked me in… roughly… 1999, maybe 2000, to be her executor of her will — actually what … Continue reading →