Here is a story about not giving up, an idea I don’t always embrace. Recently, I had an audition for this show called Listen to Your Mother, which was about an hour’s drive north of my home. The North Jersey show is one of a series of LTYM performances held on Mother’s Day weekend all acrossRead more…
When I’m not eating Trader Joe’s veggie sticks on my couch late at night (#donttelldan), I generally try to eat pretty healthy. Pretty “clean,” as the kids say. What that looks like is a lot of fruits, veggies and protein. After two years of trying to eat this way it’s gotten to the point thatRead more…
My friend and I trundled into the back of the pickup truck this morning and when the driver closed the door behind us, she turned to me and said, “Well, say good-bye to your life.” And we started laughing like crazy. “I almost made it to 50,” she snorted and then we tried to pullRead more…
I went to the Bahamas for a few days last week with a girlfriend and was very ambitious in the amount of reading material I packed for the trip. Not only did I download The Girl on the Train on my Kindle, but I packed about 20 pounds of magazines — a few Peoples, Oprah, theRead more…
The other night I was sitting on the big, red couch in my TV room, all cozy in my pajamas, watching the most recent episode of ‘Fixer Upper‘ – my latest TV obsession. I was never really much of an HGTV person — but my 17yo totally is –and we wasted a lot of timeRead more…
In the middle of one day last week I was busy working on my laptop when my phone dinged with a text from an unknown number asking how many retweets it would take for me to go to prom. Since I don’t get asked to prom every day, I texted my 17yo daughter to see ifRead more…
One day last week, while I was being a good girl and minding my own business, I had a startling realization: I’m about to turn 50. Okay, not tomorrow. Or the day after that, even. But soon. In, like, one year, seven months and a day, to be exact. Which comes out to 19 months. OrRead more…
5, 6, 7, 8 … Here’s something I might not have mentioned about myself that may or may not change the way you feel about me: I heart show tunes. I love the razzle-dazzle of musicals. I’ve driven alone in my car swooning to the ebbs and flows of The Phantom of the Opera’s “Music ofRead more…
In the mental photo album I keep tucked deep within the cracks and crevices of my ever-failing memory, lay the snapshots of certain key moments of my life. They’re the ones I pull out to study in the middle of the night or while driving alone in my car. The ones that I can’t forget. Unlike theRead more…
Right before my marriage fell apart – I mean, pieces of that relationship were crumbling off in bits and chunks long before the official end – but around the time I nodded my head when my then-husband asked me if I wanted a divorce, I took up knitting. I actually didn’t have much of aRead more…