Orson Welles vs. Me

Orson Welles never spoke to me on the phone. His secretary relayed messages between us, and for many weeks, the exchanges were lighthearted…

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Mutton Dressed as Lamb

I allowed my two beautiful daughters to survive their teenage years, and now they are charged with putting up with my dotage – a fair exchange. I don’t want to look like an old ewe in a lamb’s clothing!

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Live and Cook Like a Local in France!

Rumors of my being captured by pirates, spirited away to the stratosphere by aliens, or worse, are greatly exaggerated. It’s true that I’ve been buried, not by six feet of soil, but by bushels of fabulous French food!

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Solo Travel – It’s Good for the Soul

I loved my stolen afternoon at Filoli for many reasons, but this time, in addition to lifting my heart and spirits with the beauty that always awaits me there, visiting alone gave me a great opportunity to renew my acquaintance with myself.

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