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Mar.31.2010
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I have three beloved cats. I don't own a house, I hope to someday.  It's a challenge finding a place that accepts pets. Here's three tips I've found helpful when I had to move and find a place for myself and my friends with sweaters.             1. Be Honest. It's very temping to lie and say: "That's not a cat! That's my Uncle Dave!" Don't do it. When...
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Sep.16.2009
I’ll admit it. I’ve been procrastinating on writing a blog about Michael Zaslow. I think I remember telling people I was going to write in when, June? However life happened with work here at Red Room, another writing project I’ve got going on, two new cats who appeared in my life, and on and on and on. However, the real reason is I’m still upset about what...
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May.29.2009
Long before there was The Bachelor, before there were reality shows, before all of that, there was a love triangle that captivated people’s imaginations. Finally, after sixty years, a decision has been made.  Hold on to your seats: Archie Andrews is choosing a girl.   Yes, that lovable redhead is finally settling down and getting hitched, that crazy kid. I must’...
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Apr.03.2009
By Jennifer Gibbons, Red Room Community Team It was fifth grade when my friend Siobhan gave me a book by an author I'd never heard of before. "You would like her," she told me. "She's just like Judy Blume." Siobhan knew I loved Judy Blume with a passion and read all her books in the fourth grade.  She gave me Ramona the Brave by Beverly...
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Jul.22.2008
Electric Acorn
I was at SF MOMA two weeks agoTo catch the Keith Haring exhibit.I walked around andLooked at his graffiti drawings,And something my father saidEchoed in my head-he didn'tKnow who Keith Haring was.I thought my father knewEvery artist, writer there is,But he didn't know who KeithHaring was. The thought is so striking-I need to write a poem about it.I go down a...
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Jul.22.2008
Mementess Moon
Interstate 680 Adoration Poem I remember you were driving me homeand you were talking, and as you talkedyou looked at me, then looked at the road,and I was looking at you, and I rememberhow alone I felt with you, how you curvedyour car on the hill, and I could see BART,and the other cars on the road,but I just remember how it only felt it was the two of us in the...
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Jul.05.2008
Epinions
When I heard they were making The First Wives Club into a movie, I was delighted. I became more delighted when I heard the casting: Bette Midler! Goldie Hawn! Diane Keaton! Hugh Wilson(who created WKRP In Cincinatti)is directing! This should be a fun, hysterical movie like the book! I couldn't wait! Oh, I was disapointed. Big time. I'm going to list some of the...
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Jul.05.2008
Epinions
Two years ago, Joyce Maynard opened a can of worms for J.D. Salinger when she wrote about their life together in her biography, At Home in The World. People called her "shameless" "disgusting" and "tacky" It got worse when she sold the letters Salinger sent her through the years to help support her kids for college. It seemed like Ms...
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Jul.05.2008
The Mills Weekly
I’ve never been into boxing movies; mostly because I hate fighting, I hate blood, and I hate closing my eyes all during the film until the violence stops. I am happy to say Million Dollar Baby, the latest film directed by Clint Eastwood is an exception to the rule. Not only did I not close my eyes, I didn’t want to miss a single scene. Eastwood also stars as...
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Jun.29.2008
Painted Moon Review
Around 1993 everyone I knew was recommending Barbara Kingsolver to me. "Oh, Jen, you'll just love her. She's so funny and her characters are so great and her writing is like poetry and she's the best thing since sliced bread." Well, maybe the latter isn't true, but that's what it felt like. So I broke down and read The Bean Trees. Three days later I...