Dear Jackie,
On rout to Chinese Opera the car broke down. I cant help thinking that it's Mario's plan to keep me entertained at the roadside motel. We have been stuck in the middle of nowhere for a week. Unfortunately there is no Starbucks but there are plenty of meat buns so dont worry about me.
And Im sure I will make my way back to civilization in no time.
I miss you!
Sarah
10.31.2010
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10.13.2010
AN EXCERPT ABOUT JACKIE COLLINS IN A NOVEL BY JIM CARTWRIGHT
Those few hours in (Jackie Collins) company gave me a world of wisdom, though there were no lectures or advice or anything like that. I can’t describe it proper. It was just like she was an education in herself. She was all the education a young woman needed just by being alive.
The way she did things, taking a call, picking a flower, pouring a drink, sharing a joke with the maid, laughing, winking, watching the ocean. She was woman in all her fullness, a rose, beautiful, fragrant, feminine, but that didn’t stop her from being powerful and who she wanted to be. It was like I was gathering it from her, getting the fragrance.
It was like the good fairy from the films when I was a kid, don’t remember her giving much advice, it was just her presence made everything better, the touch of her magic got you on the right track and wicked witches and goblins disintegrated at her jewelled feet.
Suze had been a good teacher, she knew lots of things and could teach you stuff and tell you loads, but she wasn’t what she taught, she wasn’t it. Jackie was it. She really was everything Suze worked and strained to be, but Jackie was just it. It didn’t really matter what she said or did but how she was.
We listened to the soul music and now and again she’d say let’s change the track, and it was always right and took us one deeper or one higher or suited the next thing she was going to do. We both did the breath in at one point and smiled.
Too soon it was time to go. She took care of everything, paid for my flight home and got her driver to take me to the airport.
Then I left LA and, resting in Jackie and the soul music, I flew home, flew home on it. I knew what I wanted now, I wanted to be like her. Strong, glamorous, independent, doing what she wanted but still loving and a woman.
Supermarket Supermodel
by Jim Cartwright
The way she did things, taking a call, picking a flower, pouring a drink, sharing a joke with the maid, laughing, winking, watching the ocean. She was woman in all her fullness, a rose, beautiful, fragrant, feminine, but that didn’t stop her from being powerful and who she wanted to be. It was like I was gathering it from her, getting the fragrance.
It was like the good fairy from the films when I was a kid, don’t remember her giving much advice, it was just her presence made everything better, the touch of her magic got you on the right track and wicked witches and goblins disintegrated at her jewelled feet.
Suze had been a good teacher, she knew lots of things and could teach you stuff and tell you loads, but she wasn’t what she taught, she wasn’t it. Jackie was it. She really was everything Suze worked and strained to be, but Jackie was just it. It didn’t really matter what she said or did but how she was.
We listened to the soul music and now and again she’d say let’s change the track, and it was always right and took us one deeper or one higher or suited the next thing she was going to do. We both did the breath in at one point and smiled.
Too soon it was time to go. She took care of everything, paid for my flight home and got her driver to take me to the airport.
Then I left LA and, resting in Jackie and the soul music, I flew home, flew home on it. I knew what I wanted now, I wanted to be like her. Strong, glamorous, independent, doing what she wanted but still loving and a woman.
Supermarket Supermodel
by Jim Cartwright
10.10.2010
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10.04.2010
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JACKIE COLLINS
Dear Jackie,
Some fabulous lady made a leopard birthday cake. Bless. She is an avid Jackie Collins reader, no doubt.
We at Dear Jackie HQ are wishing you the most luscious and wild 73rd birthday!
Some fabulous lady made a leopard birthday cake. Bless. She is an avid Jackie Collins reader, no doubt.
We at Dear Jackie HQ are wishing you the most luscious and wild 73rd birthday!
10.03.2010
JACKIE COLLINS' SECRETS
Dear Jackie,
Why didn't you tell me you had a thing with Burt Reynolds? I mean, we all knew about the Marlon Brando thing. Its ok that you were only 16. Anyway so you met Burt Reynolds on HOLLYWOOD SQUARES and then it was animal magic X-rated faux leopard heaven? Uh! Dawn would be SO jealousing. Did you drive into the sunset in a mustang? I bet it was a bit like a 10 hour long 1989 Fendi Parfum ad, statuesque, Roman, and furry.
The passion lives.
Me
Why didn't you tell me you had a thing with Burt Reynolds? I mean, we all knew about the Marlon Brando thing. Its ok that you were only 16. Anyway so you met Burt Reynolds on HOLLYWOOD SQUARES and then it was animal magic X-rated faux leopard heaven? Uh! Dawn would be SO jealousing. Did you drive into the sunset in a mustang? I bet it was a bit like a 10 hour long 1989 Fendi Parfum ad, statuesque, Roman, and furry.
The passion lives.
Me
10.02.2010
10.01.2010
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