oFFICIAL WEBSITE OF AUTHOR BRICE PATRICK GORMAN
I wrote a doll parody. It’s a screenplay.
B r i t t a
It's a parody about a living doll who comes
to the LA valley. Humorous flashbacks.
Goofy dialogue. Feet in trouble! Quirky songs.
Want to read a writing sample
of the screenplay? I've posted a
sample. To read just
click here
I will try to advertise and, hopefully, sell a screenplay on the side of my car.
Odds of success? I estimate 2%.
Oh, well, my trip to Saint-Tropez
will have to wait.
Photos of me and my family.
Me 2019
Me. Maybe age 8?
Me. Age 6 maybe? Cute shirt, huh?
My father, William Patrick Gorman, age 47. The last photo taken of him before he passed away months later. 1975.
Christmas 1996. My mom. A great mother.
Me age 5 or 6. Those are not freckles some dust got on the photo. Really.
Me. Maybe around the year 2005.
Mom and dad's wedding photo year 1962
One of the last photos taken of my mom, Adrienne Barbara Gorman, before she passed away at age 85. She loved to take her wheelchair out for a drive around the neighborhood to get some sun, fresh air and to pet local dogs.
Around 2005. Me holding a Christmas Eve
beef wellington I made.
Mom and dad's wedding year 1962.
Christmas around the year 2002 or 2003. That goofy look. Can I blame too much caffeine?
Family cruise. I was 20. Please, ignore my goofy hat. Please.
My mom. Christmas around year 2005
My father as a young man around the year 1960.
Me age 19.
My mom and dad's wedding photo year 1962. My mom and dad standing with their mom and dad.
One of my favorite photos.
Me. Year 2006? Or 2007? Guess who
cooked the turkey that Thanksgiving?
No, not Genghis Khan. Me!
Me around the year 2010.
Mom and dad's wedding year 1962. I had great
parents. They met in 1961 at a dance / social gathering
for handicapped people who had polio when a child.
They met in Westchester County, in New York.
Me age 2.
My grandmother, Edna Cuson, year 1979.
She was a wonderful grandmother.