My Chaotic Appearance on Huffington Post Live
At about 2:00pm yesterday, out of the blue, I received a message on Twitter from a producer at Huffington Post Live. My heart skipped a beat and I held my breath. I obviously answered as Read More …
At about 2:00pm yesterday, out of the blue, I received a message on Twitter from a producer at Huffington Post Live. My heart skipped a beat and I held my breath. I obviously answered as Read More …
On Thursday I lost my keys and with them I almost lost my sanity. I lose misplace things often and am constantly reminded that if I only put things back where they belong I won’t lose them. Easy to Read More …
We had a moment. The four of us were in the car, and Joe put on “Apeman” by the Kinks: a catchy tune with silly lyrics masking serious thoughts. The song is about being too scared to Read More …
F*** them (think of a word that rhymes with duck). That’s what my husband Joe says of the naysayers. You know the type. They add nothing of value, but slowly gnaw at your confidence through “well intentioned” Read More …
When I was young I thought I could change the world. One of the things I have enjoyed doing the most was opening a non profit corporation with my friends while I lived in Chile, www.CDIChile.org. Read More …
This may sound like a sponsored post. But it is not! I did not receive any compensation for it. I just got my problem solved and am very grateful. I feel a surge of strength, Read More …
I originally wrote this post in the summer of 2012. The picture above is of my first triathlon ever in June 2010. A lot has happened since though at times I still check if when Read More …
I have been swirling in a glass full of self-pity, walking around with a dark cloud over my head. I was tired, cranky, and unenthusiastic about life in general. I couldn’t pin point the cause Read More …
Fearless is not so fearless anymore and I blame New York for that. Not the entire state, but one particular doctor in some Urgent Care Center near Pound Ridge. Let me explain. I am not Read More …
Hospitals are impersonal: long, sterile hallways, undecorated rooms, human contact protected by rubber gloves. You could feel like a piece of meat, being cured, until it’s time to go home. You are poked, prodded, and Read More …