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(Written in 2019) Here’s an interesting experience I had rock climbing with Ian a couple of weeks ago. It’s important to understand that I like to do things “right” and he likes to do things “for fun.” So, frequently, when we top-rope, he falls off the wall and laughs so hard the whole gym can […]
Read MoreI am 9 weeks and 5 days into being a Mother. Yep, I count each day. THIS is my babe: Although I am tempted to drift until I am completely under, all consumed solely by my baby and motherhood, I am committed to not venturing there. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but for […]
Read MoreI remember the first time I sat down with William Esper. I was 20, newly digging into my life as a young artist in New York City: Colorful, impressionable—floating in a sea of disorganized passion. He was 78, a world renowned acting teacher, seemingly reserved and modest. He was deeply rooted in the moment, soft […]
Read MoreCold sores…they’re not awesome. They are painful, super contagious, and so not cute that sometimes when one pops up, I try to strategize a way to stay indoors (and under covers) until it passes. And, lucky for me, I get them all of the damn time! I can’t tell you how many times I’ve done […]
Read MoreHello you stunning beauties, This is the first installment of a monthly series I’m calling The Period Series, in which I try ONE thing per month to address my heavy, painful periods, and report back to you, my beloved readers, on how it goes. Why one thing a month? This is super important to any […]
Read MoreMucus: I’m home sick—”normal” sick. I have plump yellow and green stuff building up, breaking up, and making its way out. The “normal- sick” sensation remains one to rejoice over. I didn’t experience this for a couple of years—something about Lyme making it impossible for my immune system to work enough to fight common […]
Read MoreThroughout illness, I could not simply or efficiently answer the question I was so often presented with: “how are you?” I’m sure the answer seemed like an obvious, “not good.” To the outside eye— I was undeniably amidst a shipwreck. I was skinny and pale and frail and depressed and being told there was probably […]
Read MoreIt was hours before midnight, and I was already wasted. Running around in shredded jeans that put my hip bones on display, a tight red, spaghetti- strap shirt that revealed the push- up- bra- boobs of a teenager, and a pair of red sunglasses just to complete the “Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas” look, […]
Read More“I just have a deep sense, a deep inner-knowing, that I am safe in this world now,” I told my mother one day in early 2013. It was true. For a girl who seriously suffered from panic attacks and PTSD, I had gotten so far in life. I had worked through my issues very seriously, […]
Read MorePart I here. My hips led me around a Montauk boutique. My jean skirt was too short, my acrylic nails too long, and my shirt too tight. I drank too much, smoked too many cigarettes and cursed more than a “young lady should.” I was too wild, too antsy, too dishonest, too sexy. I was monitoring my […]
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