Category: show business
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like osage county only with males, males, males: Guest review of The Judge (2014)
originally posted by my son roy sexton on his blog www.reelroyreviews.com – enjoy! I received the following email from my mom Susie Duncan Sexton last night, and I thought it was pretty funny, succinct, and spot on … and definitely worth sharing here (especially since it saves me from having to see this one, which from the…
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Color me honored! My selfie with Mr. Alan Cumming
Color me honored! I am one of the rare folks with whom Mr. Cumming has chosen to take a selfie. He has exacting standards, y’know: “I love a selfie, and I do take selfies with people a lot, but sometimes I don’t want to,” said Cumming. “I think it’s an interesting thing: We all have…
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Life’s Imitation of Art or vice versa?
Regarding NO COUNTRY FOR OLD MEN, THERE WILL BE BLOOD (inspired by Upton Sinclair’s 1927novel, OIL!), and IN THE VALLEY OF ELAH (based upon actual events), eager consumers/customers queue up at bookstore cash registers, movie ticket box offices, and DVD rental shops for doses of violence–or enlightenment? Daily, the senselessness of human cruelty is thrown…
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RACHEL AND THE STRANGER — a “Current Events” Poem, plus a Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes, Too (the Past in Prose!)
“Donald Trump should build his wall out of Hillary Clinton’s emails since no one ever can seem to get over them!” (borrowed from cute and witty Chicago friend Barb’s Facebook page where she can be seen hugging her dear friend Rahm Emanuel!) Been penning a “nostalgia” column for nearly a decade! Thought I’d recycle a fun previous backyard escapade— The…
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A FEW APOLOGIES, SOME “SUNSHINE ON MY SHOULDERS”, AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS!
We got married in…a… December Colder than we care to remember! (Apologies to Nancy Sinatra and Lee Greenwood and Johnny Cash and June Carter!) First, a brief backstory highlighting a “Happy 45th Anniversary to Don Sexton” — BTW –whom I married on December 28th, 1968. My mom hexed me with a spell that my own…
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“A horse is a horse, of course, of course, And no one can talk to a horse of course?” (A Journey from Competitiveness to Graciousness…and At Long Last, Love!)
“I’d rather have a goddam horse. A horse is at least human for God’s sake.” ~ J. D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye (Editor’s note: Pardon J. D.’s French!) Time to admit the truth. Choosing authorship as a pastime or a passion or a means of making a living is fraught with frustrations such as:…
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SINGING (and sighing) OUT LOUD!
“She is a successful woman…who has a zest for life and a feeling of kinship with all living things…” ~ from Lou Porterfield’s 1956 Scrapbook Uh-huh! To say the least, I wonder why I ever entertained the idea to write out loud…to record my innermost thoughts, to devise plots and characters, to reveal truths, to…
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BIG MAC & “LITTLE ME”!
My brother-in-law, a “Goodfellas” type from rugged Youngstown in Ohio, met my sister Sarah in 1958 at Indiana University in Bloomington where he played rugged football courtesy of an athletic scholarship just after serving as a rugged MP stationed with the rugged U.S. Army in rugged Alaska! Go Big Red! One of the foremost reasons…
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BOO, LEW & NORMA
Milling about within the same household year upon year, voices rise and fall and chatter and go silent and joke and reminisce. Sawing a couch into three parts prompted an ongoing interior design fest. Sawdust and also a unique upholstery-powder, resulting from gigantic rips in a seriously tough durable fabric, both continue to permeate the…
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MAD MEN & MUSICALS — IN “THE GOOD OLD SUMMERTIME” *
Hopelessly immersed in the recent 13 installment fifth season of the AMC late Sunday evening series “Mad Men”, I weekly revisited the quirky 60s on my dates with dapper, dashing advertising executive “Don Draper” and the gang! And, baby, that cast has got it right! How do I know? I lived, loved, laughed and came…
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ME & SHIRLEY…SHIRLEY JONES! (I think I love you…)
Celebrating the publication of my first book at age 65 — and probably my last — hubby Don, who naggingly urged, “When are you ever going to write your damned novel?” for ages, drove me, MISS DAISY, to Bearcreek Farms – The Hoosier version of Branson, Missouri, the quintessential home of Misplaced-Celebrity-Fests. Why? To meet…