As any mother of a teenager will tell you, it’s not an easy job. And my teenager is an easy kid. Really. But even as laid-back, mellow and incredibly kind and gentle as my son is, I’m speechless at times by his behaviors—the strange things that slip from his mouth, the choices of daily outfits, […]
The Shack: Where Tragedy Confronts Eternity by Wm. Paul Young
My rating: 3 of 5 stars
I’m not a particularly religious person, although I believe in something much greater than who we are. And I very much believe that when this life is over, I will be reunited with my loved ones. How can anyone not believe […]
CRUMBLE has received its 4th literary accolade! It’s a Finalist in the Young Adult Fiction category of The 2013 USA Best Book Awards, sponsored by USA Book News.
Clarissa hasn’t called or sent me a text message since before she showed up at the house with Decker. There are moments when I want her to call, but this only happens when I feel like disappearing into the darkest corner of my closet or when I wish a massive tidal wave would crash into […]
The dream started a few days later. In it, my face is the face I remember from before the accident—smooth copper skin, full lips. Not a blemish. Not a scrape. Nothing. I run my fingers along the surface of my cheek. There are no grooves or bumps. No pain. When I wake up from this […]
I grab the iron handle, push the thumb latch, and pull. I smile at Clarissa, but the smile vanishes when I see the person standing next to her. Along with my smile, the blood drains from my face, sliding down through my chest and into my stomach, then on to my feet where it seems […]
After an audition or a shoot, Mom and I sometimes go to a mall—The Beverly Center or Westfield Century City. Mom watches the way people look at us when we pass. Men, and even boys my age, will follow her with their eyes. I see them, and even though Mom pretends she doesn’t, I know […]
I remember the sound of the car horn, then tires screeching, then a crash. Not a small crash like a single glass plate dropped on a hard tile floor, but a massive crash. A whole box full of plates being thrown from a 10-story building. My ears were ringing for a split second, and then […]
I run to the parking garage and to my silver Mini-Cooper parked on the second level. My fingers shake as I unlock the doors, and when I drop into the warmth of the leather seat, I let the tears fall, knowing there won’t be anybody coming after me. Not Clarissa, not Decker, not even the […]
Who would have thought the owner of a strip club could be angelic?
En route to Livingston and Bozeman, we spent two nights in Butte where our amazing production crew back in L.A. had arranged for us to meet with the owner of Sagebrush Sam’s—a woman named Virginia. Sagebrush Sam’s was the only club in Butte, […]