The Oscars

Every year I watch the Oscars, hopeful and excited that the glamour of Hollywood returns. Most of the time, I get bored with the host, or hostess, and turn it off. It is too boring, I say. I'm sick of the silly skits. However, the Oscars of 2009 were great. Hugh Jackman was a brilliant, entertaining host. Most of the gowns were stunning. I was a bit surprised to see all the glitz and glamour of Hollywood actresses, dressed to the nines, or should I say, "Millions" -- minus flamboyant necklaces, jewels, diamonds and all that make a Hollywood actress a glamorous star.

The Academy Awards have been a dream of mine since childhood, and as a screenwriter, I still hope that one day, someday, I will be there in person to see the glitz, glamour and richness of dreams coming true.

Once, at a writers conference, I held the Oscar of the movie, "Witness." I wrapped my fingers across this amazing statue, lifted it realizing I needed the strength of another hand. Oscar is heavy, but look at what this fabulous statue represents. The recognition of peers, professionals and dreams. Oscar, last night you were amazing. for this screenwriter, I still believe in dreams. Way to go Oscar! You are a star!