And The Winner Is…
Last night was the Oscars, Hollywood’s annual ritual where beautiful people gather to congratulate one another and pretend the evening is about cinema rather than diamonds and couture.
Last night was the Oscars, Hollywood’s annual ritual where beautiful people gather to congratulate one another and pretend the evening is about cinema rather than diamonds and couture.
Beyond world peace, a nurturing regard for the environment, a happy, healthy family and a successful NY Giants team, nothing makes me happier than experiencing an interesting and stimulating day.
Ladies Who Lunch: A Palm Beach afternoon at Coco’s.
There are days when the universe gently nudges you and then there are days when it backs up, floors the accelerator, and runs you over repeatedly.
There are evenings when I scroll past the endless options on television…prestige dramas, documentaries about endangered glaciers, British murder mysteries and somehow land on an episode of The Real Housewives.
With the craziness in the world lately, I’ve noticed something about myself.
Every town has a place where sometime around 4:00 in the afternoon, the mood shifts.
If you open your phone for more than two minutes, you will discover the world is apparently collapsing in 24 different time zones.
I’m sitting in a restaurant looking around and wondering something that suddenly feels like one of life’s great mysteries.