I know there’s a bright side of the road—I can see it and sometimes even reach it briefly.  Utilizing the amazing skills of resilience that I learned from my late husband, guitarist Pete Huttlinger, I am working through the grief of losing him.



Recently, I attended a book signing for actor and author, Andrew McCarthy. Yes, “Pretty In Pink,” “St. Elmo’s Fire,” “Weekend At Bernie’s” Andrew McCarthy. I didn’t even have a choice—I had to be there. Apparently many women around my age felt similarly compelled.

Parnassus Books in Nashville, owned by author and Nashville resident Ann Patchett, was packed with fans hoping to catch a glimpse of that boyish, sweet-faced actor from our college years.

I doubt that I was the only one who had no idea that the book we were about to purchase, to have him autograph, was in the “YA” fiction category.  YA–Young Adult. NO idea. But, the wonderful thing is that he absolutely knew that we had no idea, and he embraced that fact.  As a publicist, that makes him a DREAM client. He knew we wanted to see if he was still adorable (he was) and to get our photo with him (I did). So many celebrities would have been annoyed that the crowd wasn’t there to embrace them as the author instead of the actor. Then later they would blame their publicist for not having done their job to inform the world that they were now an author and didn’t want to be asked about anything that didn’t pertain to said “authorness.”

That wasn’t Andrew (I call him Andrew). He got it–he embraced it, and sold A LOT of books that night because of it.

So, I was engrossed for all the wrong reasons, but while I was in the palm of his hand, I learned a lot.  Like him, my first profession is not that of a writer. He spoke my language. He discussed inspiration, writing, re-writing, location for writing, rejection, and starting over. They were all topics I could relate to with the exception of being famous, in-demand, and having a publisher.

Near the end of his talk, as he pulled all of the loose strands together, he said something that rang so true that I whipped out my notebook and wrote it down.

I didn’t have confidence in it, I had a belief in it. There’s a difference.
— Andrew McCarthy

That quote may not stop you in your tracks, but it stopped me in mine. I was almost tearful. It’s something that I really relate to, but had never heard expressed so well.  Like everything else in this blog, the story always goes back to Pete. Andrew put into words what I had felt for Pete’s art for the last 19 years–since we started working together.

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I didn’t’ just have confidence in him, I had a belief in him. I knew he was special. I believed he had gifts that gave me not just the confidence to make things happen for him, but the belief that I needed to make it happen. There was no hesitation in anything that I pursued for him as an artist.

A belief creates only one option for an outcome–Success.  I so wish we had had more time to pursue these outcomes, because we both believed.

Andrew then opened the floor to questions.  “Ok, ask me anything–I know you want to know all about Molly Ringwald. Go ahead, ask!”


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