HBO Documentaries Presents Risky Drinking, premiering December 19th

About three years ago I was riding on the ferry to Martha’s Vineyard and I struck up a conversation with a woman who was in pre-production for a documentary about addiction. We exchanged information and kept in sporadic touch and tonight I was thrilled to get an invite to the completed project!

A HUGE congrats to Ellen Goosenburg Kent (the woman I met on the ferry) and Perri Peltz and everyone else involved in this moving documentary.


My latest piece for The Observer and all kinds of fun news!!

Click on the angry little chick to read my latest installment

A Divorcee Toughens Up


I’ve been super fortunate that The Observer has given me the opportunity to write for them.  Thanks to Jotham Sederstrom for introducing me to Ken Kurson who put me in touch with the amazing Sarah Kennedy who makes everything look spectacular.

I’m so glad I had my work published in The Observer when it was salmon colored, then it moved to white, and now it’s digital which means even more content will be coming out to look forward to!!

Stay tuned for next week’s piece…it’s a good one!


“It’s Going To Be Okay”

Funny how this popped up in my Facebook “memories” today of all days.

I am an optimistic person and I’ve found it’s more productive to be that way.

So let’s all get along and everything will be okay.

I cannot take credit for this piece, click to read it, in it’s entirety.  It’s pretty amazing.


Click to read more.

What’s Your Motivation?

Has anyone ever shared information with you, that perhaps you’d be better off not knowing?

It makes you ask why they decided to reveal news to you, that could potentially really hurt your feelings.

So yes, I’ll dwell on it, but I’ll be over it by the morning.  I’ll forgive it, but I won’t forget it.

So I give no more, and no less than I’ve been.  If what you revealed to me tonight made you feel better about yourself and me worse- and that’s what you set out to accomplish- good for you.



I think I found the most amazing beauty of my life, and no this isn’t an ad.

Okay.  So I don’t usually post about products anymore, but I would be doing a disservice if I did NOT share this recent discovery with everyone.

My friend Katie from high school told me about this new line of beauty products that are amazing.

I love beauty products.  What female doesn’t?

If I had to choose one product to take with me on a desert island I would take Beautycounter Cleansing Balm.  It had several different uses and from what I gather the contents of it are SO good for you you could probably eat it.

You can click on that link and buy it, you really should.  This product can be used as a mask, for makeup removal, and a moisturizer.



Time Flies! 18 Years in NYC!

I’ve lived in New York City longer than I’ve ever lived anywhere in my whole life. Today marks 18 years.

So with that I will shamelessly tell you all to check out what I’ve been doing for The Observer 

And I will spend today marveling how time flies, and doing what I love most. Working with my awesome clients for my amazing boss, and of course some writing.


One of my favorite poems by Pablo Neruda…

I did not write this, Pablo Neruda did.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example,’The night is shattered
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.’

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is shattered and she is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that’s certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another’s. She will be another’s. Like my kisses before.
Her voide. Her bright body. Her inifinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that’s certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my sould is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.