Like Just Stop It…
It’s time for a cathartic bitchfest.
I am gobsmacked. Urgent Care, one day in the hospital and two doctor office visits equal three months on an island in Mexico.
Yesterday, I found myself on yet another island. Without the aide of sun, white sand, turquoise waters and a mango daiquiri, I still found paradise on the island of Manhattan.
Saturday, I closed my eyes and tapped my heels together three times and thought to myself, ‘There’s no place like home’.
I recently danced my way to the 9:30am opening of the Degas exhibit in New York City at the Museum of Modern Art.
2am and I can’t sleep. I am watching the results from the latest Super Tuesday. Happiness sets in as Clinton swept 4 of the 5 states. Missouri is still too […]
Every single time I fly out of Los Angeles it conjures up memories of the night before my departure for sleep away camp.
Fabulosity…that defines my Valentine’s Day. Breakfast in bed, hike in Malibu, a 90 minute massage, a Dry Bar blowout and then dinner at the new and delectable, Spartina.