I got some very upsetting news this week about my dear friend and editor, Mike Szymanski. Mike Szymanski, for those who might not know, is the man behind Studio City Patch. Three years ago when Studio City Patch first launched …
Read more →I got some very upsetting news this week about my dear friend and editor, Mike Szymanski. Mike Szymanski, for those who might not know, is the man behind Studio City Patch. Three years ago when Studio City Patch first launched …
Read more →My daughter graduated elementary school. Yes, Susan, she did (maybe if I see it in print it will start to sink in). So, as I often love to do when exploring a big feeling I’m having about a moment in …
Read more →I went blonde for eight months. It was a gradual thing. Started with some highlights, then more lights, then all over lights, then blonde. My daughter never approved. Mama, you are a brunette. A dark brunette. That’s you. Pleaaaaasssse don’t …
Read more →My parents divorced when I was a baby. My sister and I moved to Los Angeles with our mom while my father, a New York Broadway actor, stayed in New York. Growing up, my sister and I would see my …
Read more →My daughter starts middle school tomorrow. I know this because we’ve bought the uniforms, the gym outfits, the school supplies, the teacher’s supplies, the new lunch bag, backpack and, right, we had orientation. We’ve had the weekly mailings from the …
Read more →You never forget your first love, so the saying goes. I have found this saying to be true. When I ask people about their first love I’ve never had someone respond with, I don’t remember. I believe that the person …
Read more →I will never get tired of saying those four words — I HAVE A JOB. I will never not be grateful to be able to say those four words. I will never take those four words for granted. Why? Because …
Read more →Birds create nests. They take time. They pick their materials carefully. They work hard to make it safe, comfortable, sturdy and beautiful. Most of all, they make it a place where a mama can lay her eggs. My nest was …
Read more →I was that girl. That girl that ran around the playground at school chasing boys. That girl who hit boys because she liked them. That girl who played truth or dare, spin the bottle and 7 minutes in heaven. That …
Read more →I admit it—I still want to know. I mean, O.J. promised not to rest until he found Nicole’s killer… well?? THE GUY IS RESTING (in prison for another crime, perhaps, but still…) Over 15 years later and I am still …
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