Samara O'Shea

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My Carrie Bradshaw Moment

Monday, April 4th, 2011

Every female writer between the ages of 20-40 has likened herself to Carrie Bradshaw at least once. It’s my turn! I noticed this detail when I saw Sex and the City 2 last summer, and I needed to wait until the movie was on my own TV (so I could pause and snap a photo). Carrie Bradshaw wrote a book on love letters! At the end of the movie she puts her latest book, entitled I Do! Do I?, back on the shelf with the other books she wrote. Here they are:


You’ll notice the second to last book is called Love Letters. This makes perfect sense since love letters were a big topic in the first SATC movie. I wonder if the book is a collection of letters or Carrie’s instructions on how to write love letters. Or both? Like mine!

So the books Carrie has written are as follows:

Sex and the City (a collection of her columns)


A Single Life

Love Letters

I Do! Do I?

I also took this photo because, as someone who once styled still-life photo shoots for magazines, I know that many of the details go unnoticed. Someone had to make these book covers, or at least the spines. All for five seconds of airtime. I salute that person!

Letters from Home

Friday, February 25th, 2011

I received an e-mail from author Kristina McMorris this week and am mega excited about her upcoming book. It’s a debut novel called Letters from Home. To celebrate the book’s release Kristina is hosting a contest, which I am absolutely going to enter. Details:

Submit a love letter by March 31, 2011. It can be short or long, funny or heartwarming, poetic or satirical, real or made up. Some ideas include…an actual WWII letter; an imaginary note from Juliet to Romeo, from Donald Duck to Daisy, or from Amelia Earhart to a secret love with whom she might have run away. It can be a letter you once received, a copy of one you’ve sent, or one you should have written long ago. It can be a message to God, a deployed serviceman, your favorite celebrity, and the list goes on.

I think she’s going to get many fascinating letters in response, and I hope she posts some of them on her website. For your viewing pleasure, here’s the book trailer:

Two Things

Monday, September 13th, 2010

1. I came across an interesting HuffPo article this morning: Everyone Should Be in Therapy. My cousin Kate and I were just talking about this yesterday. We agree! Everyone is crazy (at least a little bit), and no one should be too proud to go. Kate has gone (in the past), and I am going (in the present). How wonderful it is to dig deep into the soul.

2. I wish I could embed this here, but the function is turned off. It’s a classic unrequited love letter read aloud from Chloe to Clark (of Smallville).

Look What I Found

Tuesday, August 24th, 2010

I’ll tell ya, the computer experience becomes more life like every day. Case in point: I’ve started cleaning my desktop, and it is as rewarding as cleaning any room in the house (minus the smell of Lysol). Going through, deleting old documents, and emptying the trash when finished makes me feel incredibly organized. As I electronically straighten up, I come across old letters and pictures—as if I were cleaning my office. I completely forgot I had scanned some of these—as my scanner sits in the corner collecting dust.

This week, I’ll share some of my weekend findings. First up is a letter from Nana. This isn’t my Nana but my ex-boyfriend’s Nana. She wrote me the sweetest card when I graduated college. Nana has since left this life, but she is alive and well in my memory and in her words (transcription below the image).


Dear Samara,

My heartfelt congratulations to you for not only completing the four years at Duquesne but for doing it with flying Kellars – as the kids say I say!

I not only give you my best wishes, but also my prayers for you – that you will find your niche and will enjoy many, many years of health and success in it.

Check in with me occasionally now that I have my modern contraption called an e-mail machine! It will be so nice to hear about your adventures and successes.

With love and prayers,
Nana Joyce

Stealing Ideas from Mark Twain

Tuesday, August 10th, 2010

Samuel Langhorne Clemens (pen name: Mark Twain) is at it again. His words have stood the test of time and continue to move mountains to this day. His words usually shift me toward hysterics—he was a witty one. Alas, this letter leans toward the heartfelt side of things, though it’s no less clever than the rest of his musings.

This is the letter he wrote to his wife Livy for her 30th birthday (I’ve blogged about it before). In this article I do more than blog, however, I dissect the letter so that the rest of us can use it for our own personal gain. It’s a little confusing as to what is mine and what is Mark’s. Allow me to explain: I wrote the introduction (yes, it’s in the third person), and all the insights in [brackets] are mine as well. The rest belongs to Mr. Twain, er, Clemens in this case.

The Lascivious Letters of Liz & Dick

Friday, June 11th, 2010


I devoured the July Vanity Fair last week. It features never-before-published letters between Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton (pictured above on the set of the movie Cleopatra). All this time, I’ve been thinking that Mike Todd was the love of her life. Todd was Taylor’s third husband, and he died tragically in a plane crash. Reading these, however, leads me to believe it may have been Burton. She did marry the man twice after all. (Would someone please ask Elizabeth who the love of her life was? She’s still around to tell us!) The Burton/Taylor love was glorious. It was as passionate and painful as love can be.

These letters are only a glimpse into what was surely a furnace of a relationship. The love making not to mention the fights must have gone way beyond boiling point.

First, the love making: From Richard to Elizabeth

December 27

Continued with the same gifted pen. It’s no use pretending you are an ordinary woman. Quite clearly, like this pen, you are not. I don’t mean, for a second, that you are in any way comparable with a pen. And yet you are, like this divine pen, heavy and light at the same time . . . How [to] watch the puritanical face relax into slow lust? How to watch that watch catch its breath, and, for a speck of a speck of a millionth of a second, become the animal that all men seek for in their women? And since we’re talking of pens and you, how to watch the ink splurge out of the pen . . . reaching out from the inner depth of the divine body. Will you, incidentally, permit me to fuck you this afternoon? Yours truly (you just have to come into the room), R.B.

Next up, the fights: Again, from Richard. This letter was written shortly after the first divorce became inevitable in the summer of 1973:

I love you, lovely woman. If anybody hurts you, just send me a line saying something like “Need” or “Necessary” or just the one magic word “Elizabeth,” and I will be there somewhat faster than sound. You must know, of course, how much I love you. You must also know, of course, how badly I treat you. But the fundamental and most vicious, swinish, murderous, and unchangeable fact is that we totally misunderstand each other . . . we operate an alien wavelengths. You are as distant as Venus—planet, I am—and I am tone-deaf to the music of the spheres. But how-so-be-it nevertheless. (A cliché among Welsh politicians.) I love you and always will . . . Come back to me as soon as you can. . .

Then comes the press release! Elizabeth sent it out. I love this. It’s so honest. Can you imagine celebrities today saying any more than the trite, “We’ve decided to separate. We remain close friends. Please respect our privacy during this difficult time.” Lizzy, on the other hand, told it like it was:

July 4, 1973

I am convinced it would be a good constructive idea if Richard and I separate for a while. Maybe we loved each other too much. I never believed such a thing was possible. But we have been in each other’s pockets constantly, never being apart but for matters of life and death, and I believe it has caused a temporary breakdown of communication. I believe with all my heart that the separation will ultimately bring us back to where we should be—and that’s together. . . Wish us well during this difficult time. Pray for us.

And one day they reconciled:

October 10, 1975

Dearest Hubs,
How about that! You really are my husband again, and I have news for thee, there bloody well will be no more marriages—or divorces, either . . .

Yours truly, Wife

They divorced again on July 29, 1976.

Wedding-Vow Writing: The Informal Announcement

Wednesday, February 24th, 2010

I’ve been invited by Brides magazine to attend an event tomorrow evening called Color School. (If you’re in the Manhattan area, please come. Brides to be, aspiring brides, former brides, brides maids, friends of brides, and grooms welcome). I am appearing as a vow-writing expert. I am certainly qualified to do so considering much of my time is spent molding love (and other emotions) into words. After all, aren’t wedding vows simply a glorified love letter—complete with lifetime promises—read aloud one designated day before your nearest and dearest?

Being asked to do this got me thinking I should officially add “Wedding Vow Writing” to my letter-writing repertoire, and I’ve decided to do that very thing. I’m actually wondering why I didn’t think of this sooner. Alas, everything in its time.

I’m making this informal announcement, in the event that any of the women I meet tomorrow would like me to help them with their vows. The initial coast will be $100 per person—meaning $200 to write vows on behalf of both bride and groom*. These prices will not go up exorbitantly but reasonably once I formalize everything—making this the early-bird special. The formal announcement will come in the form of a new page added to this site. I’ll collaborate with my lovely and talented Web designer, Lorissa, and hopefully have that up in a few weeks time.

*Or bride and bride / groom and groom. I am happy, honored even, to write on behalf of same sex couples.