Being a blogger has introduced me to so much. I’ve made good friends, used my social media influence to help raise money for charities like K.I.D.S, R Baby, The Lamp, Mothers2Mothers, and Women in Need. Sometimes, I’m amazed at how bloggers give back, like Jennifer James and her initiatives for Continue Reading
Yup. The title of this post is my tagline. And sadly, it's now become 15 pounds. Although when I wrote that tagline I probably only needed to lose seven, but the line sounded funnier with ten. Now -- not so funny. I've written about how I'm going to accept that I'm never going to accept my body. Continue Reading
I love Brazil. On my vacation there years ago, I saw beautiful countryside, sophisticated cities, and rockin’ nightlife. I love Brazilians. They are warm and loving. They are awesome plastic surgeons, and they are singlehandedly reviving the NY Real Estate market. Some of my best friends are Continue Reading
Yesterday I got a new very short 'do. Not on purpose...but there you go. I kinda like it. But it is SHORT! Continue Reading
Blogging makes you beautiful in so many ways: you get deeper through your self expression, you get more compassionate through blogging for a cause. Your inner self shines...ah, who am I kidding? Blogging makes you more beautiful because you get a free beauty products. Of course, if the number of Continue Reading
I am never going to love my body just the way it is, and that's OK. Let me explain: Yesterday, I read this post about a woman struggling with her post-baby body. What struck me about the piece was that this struggle is new for her. She talks about how she never had body image issues until she had Continue Reading
The day before yesterday I left my parents’ country house and drove into the city where the first thing I did, as usual, was weigh myself. Way to ruin my day. At least it’s blog fodder, I thought. I can write about how everyone always talks about how easy it is to lose weight in the summer – but Continue Reading
I am old. Not because of my saggy knees, or brown spots, or my elbows that look as if they’ve been crumpled up in the back of a drawer for a few decades. No, I am old because I am horrified by what “young girls” are wearing. (plus, I refer to anyone under thirty as a young girl - I'm old for Continue Reading
The crazy blind dates. The long curly hair. The constant wondering when (and if) I would find Mr. Right. The cosmos. Other than the shoes and the rampantly indiscriminate sex, I could relate to Carrie's life in the HBO hit series Sex in the City. Of course by the time the show aired I was already Continue Reading
I think I'm having a midlife crisis. Why else would I have cut off my hair, gone Pole Dancing and and taken a trapeze class all in the last month? Yep, that's me on the trapeze...though not me (I mean , seriously) on the pole.[picapp align="right" wrap="false" Continue Reading