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Blog postMonday, at 7:10 P.M, I logged on to my Facebook page and randomly scanned my friends’ posts. I was stopped dead in my tracks when I read my dear friend, Lita's, post: Thanks for the laughs, Robin Williams. Sorry for the pain. My head spun and my stomach flipped. I immediately googled Robin’s name and held my breath as I awaited the results. My worst fears were realized when I read the gut wrenching news that Robin Williams had died by suicide. I felt as if I had been kicked squarely in
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Blog postMonday, at 7:10 P.M, I logged on to my Facebook page and randomly scanned my friends’ posts. I was stopped dead in my tracks when I read my dear friend, Lita's, post: Thanks for the laughs, Robin Williams. Sorry for the pain. My head spun and my stomach flipped. I immediately googled Robin’s name and held my breath as I awaited the results. My worst fears were realized when I read the gut wrenching news that Robin Williams had died by suicide. I felt as if I had been kicked squarely in the
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Blog post“I need a vacation, just a few days to do nothing but unwind, unplug and relax.” I looked out the window at the three feet of snow that dropped down from the heavens the night before, and sighed. My friend, who was on the other end of the phone and three thousand miles away in a world where The earth shakes at times, but the sun almost always shines, chortled. “Re
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Blog postToday I called my therapist. Which doesn’t seem like a big deal, right? I should have said today I NEEDED to call my therapist. Bad. I originally started seeing her years ago when I was so overcome with grief that my skin actually ached, everything annoyed me and even the tick. . .tick. . . tick… of her office wall clock catapulted me over the edge during one session. She helped me through it all and when I came out the other end, we were dear friends. As a matter of fact, most
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Blog postToday marks the anniversary of my mother's death. Ten years. Strange they call it anniversary, since that word is usually associate with celebrating a milestone event. This isn't one of those--no celebrating going on here.
March 2, 2005 I lost my mother who was the gorilla-strength glue that held the family together. She was also my best friend and I, hers. The officiant who presided over the funeral said that every family member he spoke to said the same thing; tha -
Blog postSaturday mornings I traveled the world. I was privileged. I knew it then, I know it now. With nary a passport in my purse or even a purse to my name, I circled the globe. I knew but one language, yet I understood every word that was uttered, in every country that I passed through. Without warning I was catapulted back in time and within a blink of an eye, transported into the future. All this took place on the top floor of a lakefront home on the south shore of Long
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Blog postThere had been a major snow storm February 12, 2008 in New York City. I happen to be in town and my son happened to be out of town, so I carefully made my way to his upper west side apartment where I planned to hole up until the roads were cleared and I could safely make my way back to the North Fork of Long Island.
The apartment was nice and warm. Let me take that back the apartment was not nice and warm, it was a friggin furnace. Anyone who lives in a pre-war building in Manhattan -
Blog postI was walking up the stairs outside the student center, when I first saw Gil. It was only two weeks into my college career and already I felt pretty confident. All the nervous energy that I brought with me dissipated and with one of my best friends from high school by my side, I felt braver than I might have, had I been flying solo.
He was on the top step leaning against the railing. From his vantage point, he could easily watch the throngs of students, like industrious -
Blog postRecently I spoke to a young mother whose adorable little girl is on the verge of taking her first solo steps. Any parent with a trained eye can see that in only a matter of a few short weeks this cutie pie will reach for a nearby table, chair or large pet, pull herself up and although wobbly at first, start to walk. Then, she’ll be off and running anywhere her two feet, then her two wheels, then her four wheels can take her.
The mother confided in me that sh -
Blog postIn my last post (Bullies: You can take the group out of high school, but not the high school out of the group) I told you about a post that I wrote on my high school class facebook page inviting everyone to read my blog posts. The reaction from one woman was off the charts, angry, self righteous and downright nasty. It became a feeding frenzy and the group mentality kicked it up ten notches and they were off and running. The roar of the beast
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Blog postThis has been THE weirdest morning that I have had in a long time. I know that I am in the middle of the Catch Me If You Can –keeping up with technology series, but I had to put it on hold for a brief moment and share.
So, after yesterday’s blog post I did what every good little (ex) EVP of PR and Marketing in Hollywood is taught to do, I posted the link on my facebook wall, emailed it and dropped by my high school class facebook page :
“Hi folks, hope everyone is well, check -
Blog postI remember being on a commercial shoot in the very late eighties. I don’t remember the product, but the era it was set in was also the late eighties--the late 1880’s. We were deep in the country, haystacks abound, dirt roads and weathered clapboard barns as far as the eye could see. The rural area was so frozen in time, you fully expected little Laura Ingalls to race across a meadow and tumble down the nearest hill in a desperate attempt to beat the ringing of the school bell. ·&nbs
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Blog postLast night after discovering that I ran out of hand cream and fearing the worst-- my soft supple (not really but it sounds good) skin would turn into ghastly alligator-like scales, I rushed out in the middle of the night to find myself a good ole 24 hour CVS drugstore.
There it was , the letters C V S illuminated the dark sky and like a lighthouse in a dense fog, drew me into its parking lot. There was no time to lose. Every second that passed brought me closer to buyi
