Moments With Monica…
I had a late lunch with a woman who is Not That Jewish.
In light of my daughter moving on it was necessary for me to, as well. It was time to step up and be forthright.
All my theatre friends told me I MUST see Dear Evan Hansen. I broke with tradition and bought full price tickets well in advance of the opening.
Thankfully, Dead Man Walking, aka the Donald Trump Reality Show, is almost over. We all are in desperate need of escapism. Midtown Manhattan has a deal you can’t refuse.
Yesterday dawned dull and humid. I entertained thoughts of hanging out all day, but this is New York City!
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.
This is not a post about my mother who has a deep purple addiction, but it is about The Color Purple. Come along…we are Broadway Bound. Last week I attended […]
I am a Broadway babe. Other than the joy I receive from my family, travel and intermittent satisfaction from the NY Giants, Yankees and Syracuse Orange basketball wins, nothing thrills […]