Monthly Archives: November 2013

Day 13: Tenacious As D (for Done)

It’s almost hump day. Well it is Wednesday. But I’m talking about the fact that November is nearly half over.

Last year, I took some Facebook friends’ lead and did Thirty Days of Gratitude—one status every day in November about something small or large that made me thankful. Two or three sentences. No pictures. Just a quick thought.

I’m, well, grateful that I did. It was good discipline. Good for the soul. A good habit to get into–counting my blessings. Continue reading

Day 12: Tippi Hedren, No Thanks to Hitchcock

Alfred Hitchcock in a studio portrait, circa 1955. From Wikipedia Commons.

Alfred Hitchcock in a studio portrait, circa 1955. From Wikipedia Commons.

“Enquiring minds want to know” why I claimed in a recent post that actress Tippi Hedren, star of The Birds and Marnie, loathed Alfred Hitchcock.

Perhaps it would have been better to say that in a live interview at the Virginia Film Festival last weekend Hedren shared mixed emotions about the legendary director. Although if I am any judge of body language, she leans more toward loathing than gratitude.

The event was a 50th anniversary screening of The Birds, which appeared in 1963.

From my seat in the middle of the row about a third of the way back at the palatial Paramount Theatre, she looked mah-velous. Really. Mah. Veh. Lus

Now 83 years-old, she is just as trim as in her Hitchcock heyday, wearing a black knee-length sheath, nude hose, and high-heeled pumps I thought only Tina Turner would be able to handle at that age. Her hair is short and a tad spiky. Occasionally, her expression or movement evokes her daughter, actress Melanie Griffith. If I were being catty, I would guess that they have the same plastic surgeon. Continue reading

Day 11: Thankful for My Veteran

Nineteen years ago, not too long after I met my dear husband, Herman, I went back to my Alabama hometown for the wedding of a childhood friend. Like many weddings, this  was also a reunion of sorts, for a group of girls–now women hitting age 40–who hadn’t seen each other for years.

We had all gone off to college in 1970. We had all been (oh, the dirty little secret) debutantes together. Most of them had joined sororities and gone on to marry bankers and lawyers. All had stayed in the South but me.

I, on the other hand, divorced my banker and moved to Washington D.C.

I guess I had always been the odd one. Continue reading