It's Halloween and a few of us found ourselves on the corner of La Brea and Obama Boulevard, clutching our coffee and take-out bags like shields against the election hype that’s taken over our...
By MARY FRANCES DAVIDSON Elijah walks toward me with a limp across the Easy Fix auto shop parking lot with a folded-down, green, beach umbrella. “See? The casino gave this to me,” he says under...
Remembrances of a Single Mom: Burger King, Chanel No. 5, and a Lady Who Lost Her Mind. By MARY FRANCES DAVIDSON Growing up with my mom was like growing up with a movie star! She was...
The Tale of a Sometime Hollywood Denizen Who Could Have Been Someone By MARY FRANCIS DAVIDSON It's 2 a.m. in 2014 and the phone in my little place east of LAX is ringing. In between the roar...
By MARY FRANCIS DAVIDSON How is it that an 18th century Frenchman had a better grasp on politics and democracy in America then any pundant or wannabe politico or expert since then? Someone asked me...
The slogan used to be "To Live and Die in LA" but they should change it to "To Live and Die While Riding the Metro in L.A" because I fear that each ride I take on the train or the bus will be the...
Police presence and intervention is a deterrent to crime on the city's public transit system — something that is hard to even talk about in these days of stifling expectations of the politically...
By MARY FRANCES DAVIDSON Artist Mickalene Thomas begins her current exhibition at The Broad Museum in Los Angeles with a large banner stating, I Was Born To Do Great Things. Influences from art...
The stranger than strange saga of the famous, or infamous, diminutive Gypsy Rose Blanchard, victim of her mother's cruel deception and manipulation or just possibly a manipulator herself of her...
