Ashley Ream
Dispatches from the City of Angels

I'm a writer and humorist living in and writing about Los Angeles. You can catch my novel LOSING CLEMENTINE out March 6 from William Morrow. In the meantime, feel free to poke around. Over at my website you can find even more blog entries than I could fit here, as well as a few other ramblings. Enjoy and come back often.
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Favorite Quotes:
"Taint what a horse looks like, it’s what a horse be." - A Hat Full of Sky by Terry Pratchett

"Trying to take it easy after you've finished a manuscript is like trying to take it easy when you have a grease fire on a kitchen stove." - Jan Burke

"Put on your big girl panties, and deal with it." - Mom

"How you do anything is how you do everything."


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It's Too Cold to Type This

I have returned to the city of my birth for the holidays, and to suggest that I was unprepared would be an understatement. It's cold here in Kansas City. Very cold. Oh-my-God-we-are-all-going-to-die cold. It's the sort of cold that makes it impossible to talk about anything except how mother-loving cold it is. Or it could be me.

Okay, it's me.

I used to live here. I'm certain of it. I have distinct memories. I can still find things here - except for everything that has had the audacity to move or change in my absence. But while I will never be a California native - I'm far too Midwestern for that - I am not a local girl anymore either. Others walk around in this 20-some degree freezer as though it is merely unpleasant rather than the setting of a Michael Bay disaster movie, which I know it to be. Others are functioning normally. I am stockpiling canned goods for the apocalypse and wearing two coats.

It's unforgiving out here, I tell you. That's probably why my mother, when the weather turned, loaded her trunk with sleeping bags and other cold weather gear and drove to a homeless encampment to hand it all out.

It might have also had something to do with her being awesome.


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