Don’t Quit Your Day Job

Interesting times, these.  I speak about this from the viewpoint of an actor/entertainer. These are the times when you have to take a look at what is really going on in our industry.  

                                                          

 

Seems Like Yesterday:Bronson’s Birthday 04/05/68

Nothing much has changed in him, only everything         

I am twenty-three again, only wiser

I didn’t know it then, but he was everything       

My son, my pulse, my heart, my adviser      

Ramona: Sunshine and Force of Nature

Sam went to see his grandmother in Utah; fortunately, Bronson went with him and had the chance to meet Ramona.

    

 

 

These two men are the most important people in my life and they love each other.

My life is worthwhile because my son has met his soulmate.  

Uninvited Leading Lady

 

                                                                                                                         

Nashville, 1973…I think.  There was a big article in the Nashville Banner about a major Hollywood studio coming to film a story about real Country singers and The Grand Ol’ Opry.  Not only that, but it would star Burt Reynolds and he needed a leading lady. This was the stuff that movies were made of…for real.

Un-Conditionally Me

I was sure that, although I had been dragged kicking and screaming into the 21st Century by my son Bronson, I did not have a phobia, condition, syndrome or wasn’t “damaged” like almost every person I know.  

I really didn’t think that I was part of the new millennium because I was too old and not in-touch enough to fit in with the very folk I consider to be my friends. I didn’t have a condition. I was partly wrong.

We Are ALL on a Slide to Extinction

I am the last of me. The way I speak, act and react are not found again in nature. The tilt of my head may reveal itself  in my son as something noticed out of the corner of someone’s eye, but it will be the merest ghost of me.  

My unique reaction or my quickness of humor may be found in a nano-second during a conversation with my son, but it will be only the mist of me. We are all on a slide to extinction.

Photo Letter to Ken Starr, et al: Enough Said

Me with my son-in law Sam Page (left) and my son Bronson Page (right).

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Thanks for Last Night

Last night was our Holiday Party; the gift which Bronson, Sam and I gave to each other. 

The thing about the party is that it was a really great opportunity to meet the people who are so much a part of our individual lives.  I will not go on and on about how great the evening was…well,maybe just a tad.

A REALLY Happy New Year

When I woke this morning                          

I was not really sure

What I would be doing

or what I would endure

There was much to do

And three of us to do it

All I knew for real, for sure

Was that we three would get through it.

The house was cleaned

We found the decorations

We’d planned the food and timeline

Stocked some fab libations

Beneath all this, life was real

It had the warmth

And had the feel

We talked and laughed

And even cried

We came closer together                                    

And hadn’t even tried

We changed our gear

To forge ahead

Any negative became

Positive instead

It’s going to be

a different year

We have a grip

The road is clear

I’ll share in them

They’ll share in me                      

What a better year

It’s bound to be

We had the love

All along

But, now together,

It’s three-times strong

Another thing that I have to say                          

Is life is better than even yesterday

Nothing to fear

No great confusion

Abundance is ours

In splendid profusion

Now I know

We are three to do it

And whatever comes

We three will get through it.

Happy Chanuka,                                  

Happy Kwanza,

Merry Christmas,

It’s such a shonda

That every family everywhere

Cannot know the joy that we share

Every father, mother, sister, brother

Son and daughter and any other

Hug the ones so close to you                          

That’s the important thing to do

Before you know it,

And in not very long,

You’ll find it impossible

To not get along.

You’ll discover the hearts

That beat like yours

The tears are the same

The games and the chores

With that said

All that’s left to say                                    

Is make each day 

Your Holiday.

I send my love to each and every person I know and don’t know…

and that’s not just some more…tales from a broad!

XOXO CVD

Home for the Holidays

I am all moved in to The Page House. Bronson and Sam have done absolutely everything possible to make me the happiest mom on earth.  I have a fabulous bedroom and run of the house; afterall, I am part of the family.

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I have all my clothes,art, pictures, books, shoes and cat.  Hmmmm.  What am I missing? Oh, yeah, my mind. I had no idea that it would take longer than a couple of weekends to collect the splinters of me and move them in. 

 

That’s okay…Bronson and Sam are pretty patient guys.  The understanding helps, too. (Did I mention that they are loving and caring? Sounds like a plug for Boy Scouts.)

I look forward to our Holiday Gathering coming up, when we will have a lot of our favorite folk here to toast the Holidays. 

Now, all I have to do is stop “visiting” and start “being”. It is a little more complicated than I anticipated.  I just have to stop hissing and pissing on areas to mark my territory.  OMFG! I sound like a lady with 50 cats! (I only have Burbank the Cat…and now, her step-brothers, Churchill and Max.)

                                                         

I planned to have a few more pictures included in this, but I can’t find my camera.  Oh well, I’ll just have to include them in some other…tales from abroad.