In my defense, I didn’t know Midnight in Paris was a Woody Allen movie until the credits, and by that time I was committed to Paris and, of course, Owen Wilson. In many ways, it was a typical Woody Allen romcom, with a bumbling hero…
A WRITING PROMPT FROM ME TO YOU: Something turns pink. MA
HELLO! My name is CHICKIE! My nose is almost all healed up from where Tipper scratched me. Tipper said, “Oh, that didn’t hurt.” We’ll see about that, next time I tag him. Like Poppy used to say, “the gashes do better upon them.” That’s from…
