Emery Jackson doesn’t feel like she fits in with the rest of her family. Her mom and sister are cute and petite and skinny. They are obsessed with wearing stylish clothes and makeup. Her dad, a former basketball player, is never around, but when he is it’s clear that his favorite is Emery’s siste...
Simpson’s ex-wife, Nicole, and her friend Ron Goldman were slashed to death almost two years before I unpacked my two suitcases and settled here. I last visited LA four years ago, when I came to see Jenny, whom I don’t plan to call or see because I fear it will only remind me of that old doormat ...
I’m Peter Maxx. Join me and all your favorite music stars on August twenty-eighth for the Hot Hollywood Music Awards. Because if it’s not hot, it’s not Hot Hollywood.” “And . . . cut!” The director, a chubby, bearded guy in his forties who waved his hands dramatically with every word, got up from...
Brooklyn groaned. Knock, knock, knock. Brooklyn shouted, “ONE MORE, PLEASE!” She had told her mom at least a thousand times that it was bad luck for her to answer after just three knocks. She needed four. Knock, knock, knock . . . KNOCK. “Come in!” The door opened with her mother holding two bags...