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April 6th – Spring Break for us, Work for Bex


Spring Break in LA — Such Fun! A strange mixture of auditions laced in with tourism. Bex did the auditions. The rest of us played tourist. Occasionally Bex graced us with her presence… but I guess that’s Hollywood!

While we spent an afternoon in Beverly Hills, watched an evening Sunset at the Observatory in Griffith Park, went to a live rehearsal for “Victorious,” or walked the stars at Grauman’s Chinese Theater on Hollywood Blvd, Bex joined us when she could. A few late season auditions came in, so frankly — she had work to do!

Tuesday, Chocolate Breakfast


The day began carrying on a Taylor-Klaus tradition of Chocolate Breakfast for Valentine’s Day or, as Bex has coined it, Single’s Awareness Day. Bex and Brooke enjoyed choc chip GF pancakes, along with scrambled eggs, fresh veggies and fruit.

Bex needed Mama Jett to get to Acting class and a Valentine’s party, so we rented a car and ventured to Sony Studios to be in the audience of Jeopardy with Alex Trebek. Got to the studio (after driving around to find the correct parking lot — at least the people are nice even if the directions are challenging!)

Brooke won a raffle (2 people out of the whole audience won) and left with a Jeopardy bag and special Wii version of Jeopardy! Pretty fun.

Brooke & Alex Trebec

We tried to go to the Museum of Tolerance, but they wouldn’t wait and closed it while we were in the lobby. So much for tolerance for tardiness.

On the way home, a fun peek at Rodeo drive homes and then window shopping in Beverly Hills. We met the famous chocolatier from NY Diane Kron. She was so sweet (okay, bitter-sweet), giving Brooke too many sample tastes of her incredible chocolates (note: Elaine is jealous! Kron Chocolates got me through my thesis!)

My taste of the tequila truffle was unbelievable!

Made it back to Oakwood by 7:30pm… Bex still at class. She went punk today, can’t wait to hear how it went. Brooke & I eagerly baking some GF brownies now… so she will come home to the aroma of yum! Another great day in paradise!

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LA – Once again, You Gotta See It to Believe It


So as Bex goes to class, I set out on yet another only-in-LA adventure, this time with my friend Rhona, her wife and two of their friends. After dinner in Beverly Hills, we walk to the Writer’s Guild Theater to hear – get this – the medium, Rebecca Rosen.  This was probably one of the wildest experiences of my life.

Rebecca Rosen, Medium

First of all, Rebecca Rosen is a short, Jewish, Kabbalah-studying young woman. She can’t be much more than 35. But the woman is connected to energy in the world like nothing I’ve ever witnessed before. I won’t go into the details, because if I weren’t there it would be REALLY hard to believe, but if you ever get a chance she’s worth the time and money to go see her.

She gave a 1 hour lecture that was validating and quite interesting (thanks for the notes, Rhona!):

Rosen referred to our 5 natural emotions: Grief, Anger, Envy, Fear and Love. She said that our higher self speaks to us through those emotions:

Grief is an outlet and a release.
Anger is a tool to say no.
Envy inspires us to try (try again, try harder, try for a longer period of time).
Fear cautions us to stay alive, to remain healthy and safe in the ways we can keep ourselves safe.
Love is the source of our joy and connection to everything in our lives and in the world.

When we repress our emotions (this is where she mentioned Kubler-Ross):
Grief becomes depression.
Anger becomes rage.
Envy becomes jealousy.
Fear becomes anxiety.
Love becomes possessiveness.

After her lecture, she proceeded to help “dead spirits” communicate with their living relatives in the room. It was awe-inspiring. I know, you may not believe it. I have no need to convince, so I’m moving on… tomorrow is an early morning!

By the way, I just learned that  Rebecca Rosen is going to be on an Oprah show on OWN on Tues Feb 7 at 7 pm. (It’s on Time Warner cable.) I plan to try to catch it, and I really can’t recommend it any more highly, even if you don’t believe this sort of thing.


Classic LA — Monday — It must be a cult revival support group


Bex started “school” today. It’s really a very cool arrangement. For a set fee, there is a tutor on site in the conference room at the Oakwood Apartments, Monday – Friday from 9:00 a.m. to 12:00 p.m. The Studio school guarantees a maximum of a 5:1 ratio, and they will bring in special tutors for subject areas, as needed. So we met with Joanne, and Bex finished up the last of her Science Olympiad class from Short Term – which there was absolutely not a moment to do last week! – and we started to settle into a routine.

Bex came home and reported that the little kid in the room has ADHD (which I figured after watching him for about 2 minutes) and the tutor has no idea how to manage it. So – you’ll love this – Bex offered to give her some pointers about how to help him. I love this kid! In any event, she’s feeling clear and confident, and that’s a great way to start the next semester tomorrow.

Tonight Bex went to class, and I drove over to Beverly Hills for a very LA evening. First, I circled a tiny parking lot with an attendant on duty, in a mini-strip mall, where the oversized Mercedes and SUVs took the compact parking spots, waiting for a parking space – still the easiest parking at 5:30 in Beverly Hills. The attendant eventually stewarded me into a 15 min only parking spot, greasing the sides of Mama Jett so I could squeeze into this tiny space between two white cars (you know, where red paint can really be visible!)

About an hour later, through the coffee shop window, I saw the attendant walking away, and I took it as a sign that it was time to move on, just in case. So I drove to the classic Saban Theater on Wilshire Blvd, where every Monday evening Marianne Williamson teaches a class from the Course of Miracles. It was a wild adventure: part cult, part Christian tent revival, and part New Age support group. I sat near a woman who was an unbelievable piece of work – perfectly put together with fabulous Salt and Pepper hair, a Red sweater on and her decorative shawl draped to prevent anyone from sitting right next to her, perfect lipstick, looking somehow both nearly natural and well coiffed. I later learned that she is an “Image Therapist” – a title and career of her own creation. Hmmmm…  To my right were others, engaging in conversation as the room slowly began to fill, including an Energy Worker from Atlanta, visiting her son in LA, who happens to know Diane. Go figure!

I don’t think I’d go back again to that particular course – one evening of a nice Jewish girl talking about the Christ within was enough – but I was thrilled to be there, to hear a wonderfully intelligent lecture, and to be surrounded by others who were engaged and stretching themselves to follow her heady philosophical discourse.

That kind of evening is hard to find in Atlanta, for sure!