Your Most Embarrassing Moment: DIY
Can we talk about the sex tapes for a minute? Because I’m at a loss on this. I’m starting out at a disadvantage, I know,...
Category: Vintage Hillery
Early days of the blog.
The little things in life.
I am happier right now than I have been in months and it’s ridiculous. It’s like when you’re super sick and slipping into a coma...
The Perfect Snowstorm
I grew up in Minnesota where there are only two seasons: winter and road construction. Winter is nine months long. There is no sunshine, only...
Why blog now?
Why blog now? is the question running through my mind even as I type this. I have nineteen notebooks full of intellectual property stacked neatly...
The Lost Art of the Bombshell: Glamour in America is Gone
You might say it all started with the fall of the studio system. You might say it was solidified by Sharon Stone wearing that Gap...
Misery? On Stephen King’s On Writing
Stephen King has been my own personal Holly Golightly for years. I am always wondering, “Is he or isn’t he?” Every time I read his...
Sex in the City, the Country, the Car, the Ass: A Review of Getting it On!
I have never approved of How-To guides. I rarely read the owner’s manual or instruction pamphlet that accompany the myriad small and large appliances I...
Absolutely, Totally, and in All Other Ways, Inconceivable!
I was a preteen in the illustrious 1980s, and as much as I loved Family Ties and Remington Steele, I watched a lot of movies....