If you’ve spent time with me throughout the seasons (especially the chilly months) you’ll know I have a thing for hats. I also have a particular fondness for the Mad Hatter character in “Alice in Wonderland.” Perhaps it’s our similar infatuation with head coverings. Or maybe the casting of Tim Burton’s rendition starring Johnny DeppContinue reading
I just got home from taking a kick boxing class at the gym. I’m dead tired and had to peel myself off the living room floor after laying down to rest, my face planted and squished into the fibers of the carpet. When class starts I’m a total rock-star. I envision myself as the actionContinue reading
I am not a good driver. I grew up in a teeny, tiny town with two stoplights and several naked crossroads (intersections with no stop signs.) Whoever arrives first at the intersection has the right of way. Can you imaging that in New Jersey? I think there would be more fist fights than car accidents,Continue reading
TAKE TIME. This morning I ate my usual, rice flour and almond toast, breakfast while sitting on my yoga mat. If that’s all I could do, play the “Scoundscapes” channel on my TV and sit cross-legged on my yoga mat while eating my toast…that was better than nothing. A few minutes later I rolledContinue reading
DON’T LOOK AT ME, I’M A TROLL. Today I feel like a troll. I haven’t showered, I have onion breath, and my hair is straight out of the “Thriller” music video. You might wonder what on earth has gone wrong on this perfectly good Monday. Nothing, I’m just working from home.
ONLY IN NEW YORK. There are days the city will tear your heart out and leave you hustling, walking, shuffling…WAITING, like either a drone or an over-stimulated rat. Then there are days that completely make up for it. It’s a love-hate relationship, a co-dependent dance, a tease and flirtation, and a slap in the face. Today I love this town.
THE LITTLE BROWN SIDE. Although I’m not a scientist, I believe there is no way to disprove my theory that waking up on the little brown side of life is a cure for depression and better than any other ritualistic ‘wake-up’ routine.
THE GIRL. We all have this ‘inner girl’ that needs attention once in a while. Don’t be afraid to let her sing, let her dance, let her play in the rain a little, imagine, pout and even dream.
THE WOMAN. I am an artist, a seeker, a lover and a healer. I am a woman. I desperately want to become something amazing. There are moments I catch a glimpse of my true self and secretly learn that I am.