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"All diary writers write for a secret audience. They yearn for someone to pick up the stories of their lives, and read all their secrets."




I'm a silent screen actress who hit the skids once talkies came in and eventually became dog food when my pet doggie went berserk and attacked me.

No, wait. That's Marie Dressler. Sorry.

I named myself "nocompromises" about three years ago, for a very specific set of reasons. Times have moved on, and I've thought about changing my name every now and then, but I still think it fits perfectly, because I do believe that it's possible to be able to have it all...or at least, as much of "it all" as you can stand.

I tend to write my personal journal as a series of stories, with photos that have been modified to look like pictures. It’s stylized, I know, and not everyone’s thing. But, it’s something I’ve done pretty much all my life (the story part, at least). At first, when I was a kid, I would focus on the people in my life rather than first-person events, but that was a long time ago. I like to use my personal journal as a way to relay what's going on in my life, but to do it as an exercise in writing. It something I've one for almost thirty years, now.

I have a big old hodgepodge of an extended, very loving family, consisting of my partner (a.k.a. the Corbster), my ex-wife (a.k.a. Josie), and my three kids. We all get along really well together, and I wouldn't change a single facet of my life for anything in the world. Not even my hairline.

I'm a writer and love to travel. Look for me at a martini bar near you.

There was a night, years ago. A perfect night. I was eighteen years old, sitting in my friend Joyce's bedroom with the lights out. We were watching the stars in the sky. Hunting for shooting ones, we were. And Fleetwood Mac was playing. "Never Forget Tonight."

And I never have, and never will, because I knew that for that instant, that instant alone, I was in peace, comfortable in my skin, content to let the world fall away. And I held out my hand, and a star slipped through the window and I held its warmth close to my side, and as I felt the sweet kiss of contentment, I thought, "So this is the best of what the world can offer."

"The only thing I regret about my past is the length of it. If I had to live my life again, I'd make the same mistakes, only sooner."
--Tallulah Bankhead

"Has anyone seen a dog dyed dark green?"
The B-52s