“Your screenplay sucks, Mrs. Frey, but I know a way you can make it up to me. And afterward, you can stay late and rewrite the ending."

I’m not one of those housewives who lusts after the pool boy (she said). Gerry is indeed the whole package and I truly want for nothing more

Hey, it's my birthday.

We thought midlife hadn't been hard enough up until now so we decide to date while we trudged through the Celibate Desert. We're so thirsty.

Stopping quickly in The Ivy’s valet area, movie star Bran Barclay stepped from his plaid Tesla. His neon smile lit up the grey L.A. horizon.

Colin Hall’s entire family was dead in a traffic accident on Easter Sunday of 1911, at noon as the church bells rang in the gothic belfry.

I missed her passing by 12 hours and I am mad with anguish!

My horse fell on me, violently thrashing, like a turtle stuck on his back. I looked at the silent police officer lying next to me...

“I want you to ride bareback behind me on my horse to Sagebrush,” the handsome Scot said, brushing the hair away from my face... ​Bareback?

I felt like Dorothy seeing color for the first time as the scarecrow dragged her up the stairs of his luxury private jet.

“You’re the only woman I’ve ever loved, Mavish,” he cried, and she pushed him away. “Please don’t take my boy!” he begged in anguish.

As the car began to skid, sparks flew up from the plane's propellors as they dug into the concrete.

For a little while, your life looked like a Norman Rockwell painting. The table was set just right. But Norman painted that, you didn't.

I buzzed my son in and he drove though the gate with someone I wasn't expecting; his father! My ex-husband was not invited, yet here he was.

At Waffle House there's a chance the cook would ash his dart in the grits.

This rugged Scottish actor had introduced himself to me at this fancy Hollywood Christmas party and I tried not to gush.

"You don't have to feign interest in film for me," he said, letting me off the hook. "Oh, thank goodness," I groaned.

The Choctaw woman looked through the back of her moving wagon and saw a man riding alongside her horse, trying to steal it.

A slip of paper tried to escape, fluttered out but he caught it. He took the card out and it was a Father’s Day card with childish writing

He was from California, I was from Texas and we met in the bush of Australia as kids. And then we met again when our lives were almost over.