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Speaking About Caregiving And More

Tuesday, April 16th, 2013

First came You’d Better Not Die or I’ll Kill You: A Caregiver’s Survival Guide to Keeping You in Good Health. Now comes its sequel….sort of. I’m not actually writing another book on the subject, but I’ve just partnered with the premier speakers bureau on healthcare to travel around the country and talk about caregiving.

Speakers on Healthcare has the absolute best roster of speakers – from celebrities like actress Meredith Baxter and broadcaster Anderson Cooper to health gurus like Dr. Oz and Deepak Chopra to prestigious journalists like Jane Gross and Jane Brody. Now I’ve joined this stellar list with my own page on the SOH site. I’m really eager to get started and speak to groups everywhere and spread the word that caregiving, while demanding, also has its rewards – if we make sure to take care of ourselves.

 

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Now Playing On My Kindle: “Me Before You”

Monday, April 8th, 2013

Usually, I wait until I finish a book before blogging about it, but I’m making an exception in the case of Jojo Moyes’ Me Before You. I’m about a third of the way into the novel, and I love the setup, the characters and the possibilities of how things will go.

I’ve been writing a lot about caregiving since You’d Better Not Die came out in November, so you’d think Moyes’ novel about a caregiver would have been on my Must Read List. Somehow, it slipped under my radar despite all the great reviews.

Like last year’s French film sensation “The Intouchables,” which I also loved, Me Before You features a quadriplegic millionaire and his unlikely helper. In this case, the helper is a twentysomething British woman who’s out of a job, lives with her family and has no idea what she wants out of life. She has no purpose other than to contribute to the household income. Her charge is a man who once lived life to the fullest – a success in business and in romance. An adrenaline junkie, he embraced adventure and risk. After his accident, he’s angry, bitter, wants to die. What’s a naive, inexperienced caregiver to do?

I’m about to find out.

It seems that caregiving is on a lot of creative minds these days, and I’m not surprised. It’s rare to find someone who hasn’t been or isn’t being touched by the experience personally, so it’s only natural that the subject has made its way into the zeitgeist. The more we share those experiences, the better it’ll be for all of us.

 

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My Friend Deborah Is One Gutsy Gal

Tuesday, March 5th, 2013

Over on the links to the right, under My California Writing Buddies, is a link for the web site of my friend, Deborah Hutchison. Her company is called Gutsy Gals Inspire Me, and it’s a multimedia group whose mission is to celebrate women across history and around the world who have followed their passion, taken risks and courageously accomplished their goals. Through books, films and awards, the company inspires girls and women to achieve great things, no matter what the odds.

Deborah’s first film project evolved from a children’s book by Mindy Bingham called Berta Benz and the Motorwagen: The Story of the First Automobile Journey.

Deborah read the book and thought it would make the basis for an inspiring animated short film for young women to tell the little-known story of how Berta Benz was the first person – man or woman – to drive a motorized vehicle over a long distance. (Take that, Henry Ford!) While it was Berta’s husband Karl who invented the car that inspired what is now Mercedes Benz, it was Berta who didn’t let the naysayers get the best of her and took her sons with her in the vehicle despite warnings from local German law enforcement. Here’s the trailer.

I can’t believe how gorgeous the animation of the film is – so colorful and magical. What young girl wouldn’t be motivated to reach for her dreams after seeing that?

Now the film, “The Improbable Journey of Berta Benz,” is being released, and as an official selection of the 2013 Los Angeles International Women’s Festival will be shown for the first time on March 22nd.

I’m so proud of Deborah and her team. Wow. Applause, applause.

 

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The Anne Hathaway Thing

Monday, March 4th, 2013

Photo: Vera Anderson/WireImage

What is wrong with people? Everywhere I look there’s another article, blog post or tweet about so-called “Hathaway Hate.” She’s an actress. She plays parts in movies. She wins awards sometimes and gives acceptance speeches that are more than a little grating. So what? She was terrific in “The Devil Wears Prada,” “Rachel Getting Married,” “Brokeback Mountain” and, most recently, “Les Mis” (I haven’t seen her other films), and there’s never a hint of meanness about her, so why all the negative energy directed her way? And why is this starting to feel like bullying? Are we in high school or what?

The Daily Beast attempted to answer the questions in yesterday’s piece about her (see below), but I’m wondering something even more basic: Why aren’t people reserving all this emotion for issues that really matter? And hate? Seriously? Disdain, I get. Envy, I get. Intense feelings of annoyance, I get. But hate is ridiculous. My guess is there will now be a backlash to the backlash, and legions of Hathaway Haters will now become adoring fans.

The Anne Hathaway Hatred Is Out of Control
by Kevin Fallon

Is it her face? Her personality? Is she too perfect? Everyone wants to know why we hate Anne Hathaway. We want to know why they care so much.

Last week Anne Hathaway gave an acceptance speech after she won the best-supporting-actress Oscar for her performance in Les Misérables. You’d think she committed mass murder.

What began as the “cult of Hathahaters” two months ago has simmered, bubbled over, and formed a zeitgeist-seizing, rage-fueled movement against the actress, peaking with a series of think pieces examining what Hathaway has done to trigger such a response. As if it’s some major social or political question that must be answered—like how to prevent the sequester or who should be the next pope—these essays explore every facet of Anne’s very Anne-ness in an attempt to get to the root of the problem.

People are stronger in their convictions on the issue than they are on most platforms that determine presidential elections. Now a hatred has arisen that’s typically reserved for celebrities who go on anti-Semitic rants (hello, Mr. Gibson) or hit their girlfriends (bonjour, Mr. Brown). Hathaway, by comparison, gave some speeches that were kind of annoying. Forget media frenzy. It’s a media pile-on, and it’s out of control.

So what are we supposed to think about her?

“She’s got this theater-kid thing where she adopts the mood of every situation she’s in … but wildly overcompensates every time,” writes The Atlantic Wire’s Richard Lawson. CNN quotes an oratory expert who tells us that Hathaway’s “just one of the people who just doesn’t come off as sincere.” The New Yorker’s Sasha Weiss posits that it’s because the actress appears too happy.

Salon brings in the scientists, who tell us we hate her because of her face. “When times are good, we prefer actresses with rounder faces,” psychology professor Terry Pettijohn says. “They convey these ideas of fun and youth.” But Hathaway’s face is bony and slender! “As the economy improves, Hathaway—whose peak of fame, post-boyfriend, pre–Oscar hosting, came amid the 2008 crash—may just be a reminder of bad times.” Science.

After a report came out that the star rehearsed her Oscar speech to sound less annoying, Rich Juzwiak at Gawker wrote: “It creates a new reason to be mad at Anne Hathaway. It’s one thing if she’s just being herself; it’s another if she’s trying to be likable and failing.”

Over at The Cut, Ann Friedman examines what we perceive to be Hathaway’s most egregious crime: she’s not Jennifer Lawrence.

What if Twitter had existed when Sally Field bragged about how we really like her?

The culturewide attack on the Hathaway is utterly bizarre—except that it isn’t. It is the rawest example yet of our 2013, Twitter-loving, insta-pundit, mountain-out-of-a-molehill media culture. It’s not that we judge stars more than we used to. It’s that we now have the platform to do it in real time and expect those being judged to care enough to respond and take action, again in real time.

It’s not only changed our relationship with celebrities but the notion of what we want celebrities to be. The picture of practiced perfection that Hathaway puts forth is becoming increasingly antiquated. Look at how celebrated stars like Lena Dunham and Jennifer Lawrence are, or how popular the Honey Boo Boos and Teen Moms have become, for proof that we now prefer to see our celebrities warts and all. It’s no longer unattainable perfection that our society is admiring. It’s relatability and fallibility we adore, and we adore it in 140 characters or less.

“Stars, they’re just like us” is no longer just a cute gossip-rag feature. It’s a societal demand. Even the word “diva,” once used as a respect-demanding label for female celebrities who have earned through fabulousness and talent the right to be fawned over and catered to, is now applied almost exclusively as an insult. If we can’t imagine ourselves being like a celebrity, at least we’d like to imagine they’re someone we could hang out with. Lawrence, for example, seems like the girl you could have a beer with. Hathaway seems like the girl who says she doesn’t drink beer.

And, yes, that is an absolutely ridiculous judgment. So why are so many people making it?

Ta-Nehisi Coates, writing for The Atlantic, puts it perfectly. “I recognize that there is an entire publicity industry designed to get us to ‘like’ people whom we essentially pay to see work,” he writes. “And perhaps it’s fair to judge whether or not that industry has been effective in making you think you know Hathaway in a way that you probably do not. But the fact remains that you don’t really know any of these people.”

“Anne Hathaway is an actor,” Coates continues. “This is not a synonym for ‘Homecoming Queen’ nor ‘special friend.’ She does her job better than most. That should be enough.”

But again, in the age of Twitter and a culture that fosters opining and encourages more than ever the sharing of opinions, that’s not enough, and the growing “Hathahate” movement is the best example of that yet. It used to be that stories like this had blink-and-you’ll-miss-it shelf lives. Now they explode into weeks-long debates on social media, then online media, and then news media. It’s not just a few people asking, “Isn’t Anne Hathaway just a little bit much?” It’s a few people asking that and starting a national conversation.

Hathaway has breathlessly thanked every member of her “team” during her countless awards-season acceptance speeches. (And we mean every member.) Have they failed her by not “fixing” whatever this likability problem is?

Perhaps. One thing is clear: Hathaway was superb in Les Misérables. She seems like a sweet lady. Maybe now, with our collective obsession over how much we hate her, we are the ones who are being just a little bit much.

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The Oscars: The Good, The Bad and the Not Funny

Monday, February 25th, 2013

Photo: © Rex Features

Would you look at this woman? Never mind that she’s an amazon – a giantess, especially next to all the short actors in Hollywood. Look at how gorgeous she is in her classic Dior gown, close-cropped blonde hair and perfect face. Plus, it turns out, she can dance. She got my vote for best everything.

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I love Jane Fonda, but I didn’t love her dress – the color or the ’80′s “Dynasty” look. I did love that she and Michael Douglas presented. It’s always good to see them both. He looked pretty healthy for someone who’d been diagnosed with stage 4 cancer.

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I know K-Stew was on crutches, but couldn’t her stylist have combed her hair?

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Plus size or not, Melissa McCarthy could have found a better gown than this gray tent. Adele is pleasingly plump and always looks impeccable. But then McCarthy, who is usually hilarious, was stuck in a terrible presentation on stage that went on forever and wasn’t the least bit clever.

Meryl Streep looked matronly and shlubby, but I love her too much to include her on the “ugh” list. I also love that she probably doesn’t have a stylist and just does her own thing.

Gorgeous dresses were everywhere – Amy Adams, Jessica Chastain, Jennifer Lawrence, Halle Berry, Amanda Seyfried, Jennifer Gardner in purple.

The awards themselves were interesting. At my house, where I screwed up the jambalaya and made the rice as fluffy as cement, we all filled out ballots before the show. I did pretty well picking winners Ang Lee, Argo, Anne Hathaway and Daniel Day-Lewis. I had Robert DeNiro instead of Christoph Waltz for Best Supporting Actor, but I was happy Waltz won.

As for the show, I’ll let the New York Times Alessandra Stanley do the honors. She echoes everything I felt but says it better than I could have.

Long Night’s Trip Across Decades
MacFarlane Hosts an Oscar Show for All Ages

By ALESSANDRA STANLEY

It was a night of surprises and contradictions.

Fewer could have foreseen that old Hollywood and new would come together in one M.C.

Seth MacFarlane, the creator of “Family Guy,” crooned sappy standards (“The Way You Look Tonight”) and carried himself like Fred Astaire. But he also stayed true to form, taking crude shots at Jews in Hollywood, women and even the Lincoln assassination. (He made a joke that despite brilliant impersonations by Daniel Day-Lewis and Raymond Massey, the actor “who really got inside Lincoln’s head was John Wilkes Booth.”)

The hedged-bets, have-it-all-ways ceremony made Sunday night’s one of the longer and most self-conscious Oscars imaginable. Even the music played to expel overly loquacious winners was arch: the theme of “Jaws.” But it wasn’t the acceptance speeches that prolonged the night; there were too many stars doing fatuous presentations — even Melissa McCarthy wasn’t funny. And by the time Michelle Obama made a surprise cameo, via satellite, to announce the best picture, it was almost midnight and too late to revive a sagging evening.

Mr. MacFarlane, a writer, director and animator with one feature film, “Ted,” and few acting credits, has a cult following among young men, but for many viewers, he may have been the least recognizable Oscars host since Lawrence Grant, a British character actor, in 1931.

The Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences, ever worried about the defection of younger viewers, has veered between pandering to new Hollywood and honoring the old, going from the too-cool-for-school actor James Franco, who bombed as a co-host in 2011, to Billy Crystal, who hosted last year.

They chose Mr. MacFarlane as a split-the-difference host: he’s a comedian with a profane Generation Y sense of humor who also has a bond with the A.A.R.P. (He recorded an album of 1950s standards in 2011, “Music Is Better than Words.”) And he worked hard to serve both audiences.

He delivered his usual borderline-offensive irreverence (he said that for Rihanna and Chris Brown, a couple with a history of domestic abuse, the super-violent “Django Unchained” was a “date movie”) with a winning smile. He also went retro with ’30s-style song-and-dance numbers. To bridge the gap, the producers, Craig Zadan and Neil Meron, even worked in a cameo of William Shatner as Captain Kirk of “Star Trek” traveling through time to stop Mr. MacFarlane from ruining the Oscars.

Anne Hathaway won an Oscar, but she also deserved an award for most succinct, gracious acceptance speech, praising her fellow nominees by name, as well her co-star, Hugh Jackman, among others. Daniel Day-Lewis outdid her: Known for being deeply serious, he said that he had been up for the part of Margaret Thatcher, and that he had prevented Steven Spielberg from making “Lincoln” a musical.

Ms. Lawrence tripped on her way to the stage but didn’t make any faux pas in her acceptance speech. She was less guarded on the red carpet, complaining to one interviewer that she was hungry and moaning presciently that the show is too long. With another, she let fly a profanity that ABC barely bleeped in time.

It wasn’t the first time she’s flouted awards-show etiquette: At the Golden Globes, she began her acceptance speech by dissing Meryl Streep. (Mr. MacFarlane referred to the gaffe in a joke, saying that he heard Ms. Lawrence say that win or lose, “it’s just an honor that Meryl Streep wasn’t nominated.”) It could be a rebellious streak in her, but mostly it’s a reminder of how young and unworldly some stars are, despite all the coaching, minders and Dior gowns.

The Oscars almost always lose energy midway because the front end is loaded down with technical awards. The producers tried to liven up the night with a theme — movie musicals — but even that tribute grew overly long, larded with unnecessary performances that had nothing to do with the films at hand. With so many stars of “Les Misérables”singing together onstage, Barbra Streisand singing solo the theme from “The Way We Were” in a tribute to Marvin Hamlisch, and Shirley Bassey belting out “Goldfinger,” it seemed a little unnecessary to have Catherine Zeta-Jones reprise a song from “Chicago.” (The producers obviously didn’t think so since they also were executive producers of “Chicago.”) Jennifer Hudson, who flawlessly delivered her showstopping number from “Dreamgirls,” would have done the trick.

Mr. MacFarlane didn’t ruin the show. But the show almost ruined the Oscars.

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SAG Awards, Huff/Po, Ebooks & My Mother!

Monday, January 28th, 2013

I always look forward to the SAGs because they’re all about the actors without cluttering up the presentation with technical awards (not that the costume, wardrobe and sound people don’t deserve theirs; I’m just more interested in star gazing). But last night’s show was oddly flat. Even the intros featuring the “I’m an actor” vignettes weren’t all that charming or funny, and aside from Julianne Moore there really weren’t any actresses wearing unfortunate gowns. (The top of Moore’s gown was definitely a SAG winner, if you know what I mean.) “Argo” is suddenly piling up the awards and should make the Oscars even more competitive. Daniel Day-Lewis and Anne Hathaway appear to be the only locks.

Switching gears, I had a post up on PBS’ Next Avenue site last week and Huff/Po50 picked it up over the weekend. It amplifies a chapter in You’d Better Not Die about caring for a loved one whose illness causes personality changes and what we, as caregivers, can do about it. I should mention that I’ve been posting a lot on Huff/Po and elsewhere, and all my posts, caregiver related and not, are up on my web site under “Other Writing.”

The big news in terms of my romantic comedies is that after successfully launching 11 of the novels as ebooks over the summer, we’ve decided to have a special “Winter Sale” starting February 1st. For a limited time only, we’re dropping the prices on all 11 from $4.99 to $2.99 to say thank you to those who’ve expressed interest in them. I’m excited to be able to share the novels with even more readers, so it’s a great time to jump in.

And finally, I haven’t posted here in a while because I had the pleasure of a two-week visit with my mother, who turned 96 on January 15th. She and Sandy, her caregiver, flew out to California from New York and we had a great time together, hanging out, re-connecting with family members and enjoying some wonderful dinners here in Santa Barbara. Very sad to see her go home but looking forward to her visit next year when she turns 97!

 

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Golden Globes 2013 = Fun Show

Sunday, January 13th, 2013

Well, Tommy Lee Jones didn’t have much fun. During what I thought was a hilarious routine by presenters Kristin Wiig and Will Ferrell, he sat at his table looking very glum.

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Maybe it was because he lost the Best Supporting Actor award to Christoph Waltz. Or maybe he’s just not into SNL-type humor.

In any case, I thought the combo of Fey and Poehler did a great job of hosting. The only problem? There wasn’t enough of them; as with many award-show hosts, they disappeared for a too-long stretch during the last half.

But I’m getting ahead of myself. First, it’s my duty to discuss the red carpet. I started watching on E!, a network that usually makes me cringe and turn the channel in disgust. But tonight they bested the “Today” show crew. Ryan Seacrest was clearly more comfortable talking about designer dresses than Matt Lauer, and don’t get me started on Savannah Guthrie; I still can’t figure out why NBC handed her the co-anchor job, as attractive and articulate as she is.

The gowns were mostly gorgeous. I used to enjoy the crazy outfits, but the stylists have taken all the whimsy out of the fashion part of these shows. Still, some of the ladies looked like princesses and I need to give them props. My faves:

Amy Adams. Some people thought the color washed her out, but I liked her monochromatic look. And the shape of the dress was very….mermaid-ish.

Amy Adams

Halle Berry. She’s incapable of looking bad, but I loved the colors of her gown as well as the off-the-shoulder top and the Angelina Jolie/bare leg bottom.

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Kate Hudson. She went with the long sleeves (it’s cold here in CA – smart move). Some thought the black made her look funereal, but I liked the simplicity of her gown and the plunging neckline plunged but not excessively. I also like blondes with gold accents.

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Zooey Deschanel. There seemed to be a lot of red on the red carpet (Jennifer Lawrence, Marion Cotillard, Claire Danes), but I think Deschanel wore hers the best.

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My least faves:

Jessica Chastain. She’s a really good actress and I was glad she won tonight, but the top of her dress reminded me of a bathing suit my grandmother wore in the 50s, saggy boobs and all.

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Julianne Moore. Tom Ford designed her gown. My question is what was he thinking? Not pretty.

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Nicole Kidman. I wasn’t crazy about this one. Not awful. Just a little too dominatrix.

Nicole Kidman

I had no quibble with the awards themselves.

Daniel Day-Lewis was amazing in “Lincoln,” but since I didn’t like the movie I wasn’t sorry it didn’t win anything else.

I figured Hugh Jackman, Anne Hathaway, Jessica Chastain and Jennifer Lawrence would win in their respective categories and all were very deserving. The wild card was Ben Affleck and Argo. I didn’t expect the film to make such an impact, but I liked it a lot. Now it goes into the Oscars with new momentum, which should make that show more interesting.

Other moments of note:

Sasha Baron Cohen made me laugh. Anne Hathway reminded me of a younger, prettier Liza Minnelli with that haircut. Dustin Hoffman must have been hitting the tanning booth pre-show. Jodie Foster was….what, exactly? Her speech had all the earmarks of a therapy session. She wanted privacy but she was broadcasting to the world that she wanted privacy. She wasn’t coming out but she said she’s been out for years. She seemed to be announcing her retirement but maybe just from acting (or maybe not). I did notice that there were many on Twitter who teared up when she mentioned her mother, so there was that. Mostly, I wished her buddy and seatmate Mel Gibson had introduced her (Robert Downey Jr. wasn’t making much sense) so we could have seen what sort of reaction he’d get from the audience. Oh well. There’s always next year.

P.S. I left out all the TV stuff because I don’t watch any of the shows. I know, I know. I’m missing “Homeland” and “Girls.” Only so many hours in a day.

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The Beauty of Web Cam Shows

Monday, November 26th, 2012

I did a national TV show today to promote YOU’D BETTER NOT DIE OR I’LL KILL YOU and I didn’t even have to leave my house. The Huffington Post launched HuffPoLive a few months ago and invited me to be a guest for a segment on caregiving and National Caregivers Month. Here’s the link in case anyone wants to copy, paste and watch:

http://huff.lv/TmnBp

(I’m sure there’s a way to embed it here, but it beats me how.)

Anyway, I’d never done a show that was live streaming on the web, so I wondered if I’d like it. Result? I loved it. How easy! How convenient! You can reach a national audience and not have to get on an airplane – my idea of heaven.

All I had to do was pop in my ear buds, plug them into my computer, turn off my phone so there wouldn’t be any distracting noise, click on the link for the Google Hangout chat and there I was – on the show with the host and three other guests for a half-hour.

The best part? You can only see me from the waist up, so I didn’t have to get out of my grungy yoga pants and worn-out Ugg slippers. Again, my idea of heaven.

Actually, if the segment helped other caregivers and made them feel less alone and bewildered, that would be the best part.

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My Heart Is Breaking Over Nora Ephron’s Death

Tuesday, June 26th, 2012

I was on Twitter late this afternoon when I saw a tweet from the New York Times with the breaking news that Ephron, my idol, my heroine, the woman who inspired me to become a writer in the first place, had died of leukemia at age 71. I didn’t even know she was sick. I was devastated. The obituary by Charles McGrath was wonderful, and I have no doubt that Ephron herself would have applauded it. But still. I just can’t believe she’s gone.

How do I count the ways I loved her?

I’ll start with the books. From her early collection of columns and her autobiographical novel Heartburn to her more recent books about aging, I Feel Bad About My Neck and I Remember Nothing, her writing had a major influence on me. She taught me that women could be smart and funny and truthful – the heroines of their own stories, never the victim of them. She made writing look easy enough that I felt emboldened to try it, even as her short, simple sentences were the essence of perfect comic timing. She had a unique way of saying something caustic and cynical even as she allowed us to see what a romantic she was. I’ve re-read all of her books so many times that I can practically recite her words from memory.

And then there were her films. I admired how she came from the print world – the journalism world – and yet plunged headlong into screenwriting with Silkwood and, soon after, hit her stride with When Harry Met Sally. She became the queen of writer-directors, never failing to carry the torch for stories about women. Sleepless in Seattle and You’ve Got Mail were as charming and sweet as they were witty and sly, and nobody’s written a romantic comedy since with her level of sophistication.

Even her opinion pieces in newspapers, magazines and blogs were knowing and clever. She had a gift, plain and simple. I’m so damn sad that there won’t be more coming from her fertile mind.

I think I’ll celebrate her life tonight by pulling out my dogeared copy of Heartburn – for the 7,000th time.

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Another Celebrity Wedding in My Backyard

Thursday, June 7th, 2012

Well, not exactly. But nearby.

Last summer, it was Kim Kardashian and her wedding retinue that snarled traffic and caused people in Montecito to resent the hubbub. Drew Barrymore’s at-home wedding around the corner was much more laid back.

When Drew Barrymore and Will Kopelman exchanged vows in the backyard of her $5.7 million Montecito, California home on June 2, “The day was perfect,” the actress told People magazine. “Everyone we love and care about was there. It was fun and meaningful as we ever could have hoped.”

According to the magazine, which has the exclusive wedding photos in its June 18 issue, the 37-year-old star — who has been making movies since 1980 — wanted the event to be low-key. “They just wanted a backyard wedding,” event planner Yifat Oren told People. The bride wore a custom-made Chanel dress (Kopelman’s father is the former CEO of the fashion company) and more than 14 carats in diamonds. She carried pink flowers — including peonies, garden roses, and spray roses. During the traditional Jewish service, which was attended by 190 family members and friends, Barrymore pal Cameron Diaz read the E.E. Cummings poem “I Carry Your Heart with Me,” which Diaz read in her 2005 movie “In Her Shoes.”

During the reception, wine from the actress’ own line of Barrymore Wines was served while guests including Reese Witherspoon, Scarlett Johansson, Steven Spielberg, and Jimmy Fallon watched the couple, who dated for a year prior to marrying, share their first dance to “No One’s Gonna Love You” by Band of Horses. As they made their big exit at the end of the night — during which they drove off in a classic Mercedes convertible decorated with pink roses — the Beatles song “I Will” played.

As has long been rumored, the magazine notes that Barrymore, who has been married two times before, is expecting her first child with 34-year-old Kopelman, who is an art consultant and comes from a family that’s prominent in the New York social world. Though the couple doesn’t confirm their baby news directly, they pose with their hands on her stomach in one of the wedding photos and a source tells People that Barrymore “is telling people that she’s ready for a more family-oriented life.” 

I’ve very happy for the couple, but here’s what I don’t understand about Drew’s little garden affair. If she didn’t want to make it a Kardashian-esque big deal in town, why was there a sign on the main road fronting her house that read: “Special Event?”

Michael and I were driving home from the supermarket and saw the sign and I said, “Is there a parade or something? Or maybe they’re trimming the trees and there’s construction ahead?” And then we saw the phalanxes of photographers standing on one side of the street, opposite the entrance to Barrymore’s house, hoping, I guess, to snap pix of arriving guests. There were also a few cop cars keeping the peace.

Just another day in paradise, I guess. But why the sign? Maybe I should have crashed the party and asked the bride.

 

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