tragedienne — short fiction chapter from my memoir “whitegirrrl”

“My father built that,” he says, pointing out the restaurant on Sunset. You’re whirring by so fast it all looks like a blur from the window of his sleek navy Cadillac.  It’s 1977, and he’s driving you around Hollywood late at night.  You’ve been for dinner.  Was it Musso’s?  Was it that place on Main […]