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Sabrina

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I am an actress residing in Hollywood, CA. I enjoy films, theater, reading, dance, yoga and spending time with people who embrace their individuality. I believe in change and the importance of artistic impression in our regimented world.

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Memories From Trip To England

Dear Dad & Mahnaz, We are visiting Serena's London office today.  It is actually in St. Albans which is 12 miles north of London.  We took a train this morning throug...
Posted by on Sat, 13 Dec 2008 22:47:00 GMT

Would

  I'd like to brush your hair for you-- how comforting the soft bristles would feel-- short, smooth strokes accompanied with idle talk.   But the importance you would place on it would emba...
Posted by on Sat, 07 Jun 2008 14:47:00 GMT

It Becomes Her

  In quiet in nothing the pulse pounds. Roaring in waves it washes awake the memory of indifference- the smallness of destiny. Who has the right to claim the crown of thorns dripping red with the...
Posted by on Sat, 07 Jun 2008 14:42:00 GMT

Cheyenne

Her nose always knew first.  She would try to act casual, staring determinedly out the car window but the uncontrollable trembling and the left ear cocked in my direction were a dead give-away. "...
Posted by on Sat, 07 Jun 2008 14:10:00 GMT

Instinctive Truth

I'm still not sure I buy into the "positive manifestation" theory 100% completely but it does give me a small sense of comfort to know that I can weild my own destiny...ripping the reins out of the ha...
Posted by on Sun, 20 Apr 2008 16:44:00 GMT

Nineteenth Avenue

I spot the old man in his customary seat behind the bus driver. Impeccably dressed in pressed trousers, jaunty socks and a Valentino jackethe is yellow in the heat- slouched on the bus seatw...
Posted by on Sat, 19 May 2007 21:00:00 GMT

Childhood Flights of Fancy

My eyes used to search the skies-then closed, just for a moment, I would be on the shiny, silver planehurtling towards western horizonsand promises of plenty.Now, I read "The Land of Roses a...
Posted by on Sat, 19 May 2007 20:19:00 GMT

Nest

A homebody without a nest-you prune your own feathers instead-they rise golden orange tinting to blood red then glistening bronze-your sharp intakes of breath forcing them to hackle and fall, hackle a...
Posted by on Mon, 07 May 2007 09:28:00 GMT