A Writer’s Portfolio

Selected published pieces by Devon O’Brien (print and online).

Print Pieces

Vogue, April 2012

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Vogue, December 2008

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Vogue, April 2008

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Online Pieces

Huffington Post, August 2012

The first five posts (of 32) of my blog on Huffington Post, Of Lice and Men.

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“I was standing in a glass box on a street in Brooklyn, an area in which I had not a single friend—three thousand miles from my doorstep in Los Angeles. Curbside, a giant, gleaming, black Mercedes sedan idled in which two strangers—men whose names I did not know and who spoke a language I did not understand—waited for me. My young son was a few blocks away, in their basement. He was with a woman who went by an alias, and demanded cash. I wracked my brains for the PIN number of an account I’d not used in a decade, hoping to coax more money from the ATM. This was a Zoom Moment, for sure; a moment that makes no sense unless the lens trained on my life is pulled back. Way back. In a Zoom Moment, pulling wide is the only way to answer my existential shout out: How the hell did I get here?
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Huffington Post, September 2015

On the day the Twin Towers and the Pentagon were attacked, I—like everyone else in the world—was trying to understand what was going on. I turned on the radio and the television and collected words and made a poem of them:
“9/11 in L.A.: A Poem Written on The Day.”

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“It reminded me of “The War of the Worlds”—that old and infamous broadcast by Orson Welles—what I heard when I turned the radio on around eight a.m., having left my son for the fourth day of the seventh grade at his school in Laurel Canyon.”
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Huffington Post, December 2012

The night of the massacre of elementary school children in Newtown, CT, I could not sleep, so I stayed up for days and wrote a poem:
“To The Mommies of Newtown.”

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“Olivia and Avielle, Benjamin and Jack,
Dylan and Daniel, Catherine and James, Ana and Noah, 
Caroline and Emilie, Jessica and Allison,
Madeleine and Josephine, Charlotte and Jesse, Chase and Grace—”

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USC Dornsife, January 2010

An article on how to morph from journalist to memoirist: Get yourself an ‘I’:
“An I of My Own.”

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“‘What was it like for you…?’

“This is a question my editor at the Los Angeles Times never asked me back in 1989, after my luncheon interview with a young and unknown Australian movie actress. So, I will tell you now.

“Near 30 and newly pregnant, I was feeling pretty pleased with myself as I swirled in the revolving doors and entered the Four Seasons Hotel in Beverly Hills. I was well prepared; I had seen her movie, my tape was in place and my legal pad was blank. I felt smart in my designer suit and it hid my baby bump. I had another secret, too. I was also an actress—yet, for the time, I had returned to journalism, the family trade. Inwardly, though, I felt I was as glamorous as any movie actress.”
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