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Alison Caiola
Award-winning author, Alison Caiola's, many years in Hollywood as a writer and PR Executive qualify her to write about the entertainment industry, as she does so well, in the best selling page-turners, The Seeds of a Daisy,The Silver Cord, and The Family Bond. Hollywood is the backdrop in all three books, whose stories are wrought with gut-wrenching emotion, heart-stopping adventure, and real laugh out loud moments. Alison's writes in the women's fiction, general fiction and popular fiction categories.
Alison Caiola has written scripts, screenplays (mostly romantic comedies) and articles in popular lifestyle magazines. Like Daisy, in The Seeds of a Daisy, Alison has a son--J.D. Daniels--who is a successful, award-winning actor and author.She currently resides on the beautiful North Fork of Long Island with her Malti-Poo daughter-dog Emma, surrounded by vineyards, farms and wonderful friends.
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Alison Caiola has written scripts, screenplays (mostly romantic comedies) and articles in popular lifestyle magazines. Like Daisy, in The Seeds of a Daisy, Alison has a son--J.D. Daniels--who is a successful, award-winning actor and author.She currently resides on the beautiful North Fork of Long Island with her Malti-Poo daughter-dog Emma, surrounded by vineyards, farms and wonderful friends.
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Blog postMonday, at 7:10 P.M, I logged on to my Facebook page and randomly scanned my friends’ posts. I was stopped dead in my tracks when I read my dear friend, Lita's, post: Thanks for the laughs, Robin Williams. Sorry for the pain. My head spun and my stomach flipped. I immediately googled Robin’s name and held my breath as I awaited the results. My worst fears were realized when I read the gut wrenching news that Robin Williams had died by suicide. I felt as if I had been kicked squarely in the3 years ago Read more
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Blog postToday marks the anniversary of my mother's death. Ten years. Strange they call it anniversary, since that word is usually associate with celebrating a milestone event. This isn't one of those--no celebrating going on here.
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Blog postThere had been a major snow storm February 12, 2008 in New York City. I happen to be in town and my son happened to be out of town, so I carefully made my way to his upper west side apartment where I planned to hole up until the roads were cleared and I could safely make my way back to the North Fork of Long Island.
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