“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."

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.

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?

“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.

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

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.

I delight to sit in his shade, and his fruit is sweet to my taste.

There's only so much temptation a couple of divorced, celibate grownups can take.

I said sourly, “I used rubber bands to make my costume & you used Paramount Pictures." "You're still the fairest lass," my movie star said.

“So, you’re an ex-wife?” he asked. I was so shocked, but I laughed. “Isn’t every wife an ex-wife? I mean, eventually?” I replied.

“Is that your Lexus outside?” I asked her. “Uh, yeah,” she blustered. I held up my keys. "I'm going to carve the word 'whore' into it."

He put his hands against the door on either side of my head and leaned in and kissed me roughly pushing me up against the door with his body

I wrote that divorce does something to our children that I am not smart enough to figure out. But Gerry figured out it teaches them to leave