So I ran that race this morning.
That 5K I’ve been yapping about for the last couple of weeks. My first one ever.
And even though I didn’t meet my goal of a sub 10 minute mile, it turned out better than I had hoped for.
Martha was killed almost a year ago. Struck by a car as she was leaving a shop in her Brooklyn Heights neighborhood. And her death still doesn’t make any sense to me. I don’t think it ever will.
Today is my seventh wedding anniversary.
Of my second marriage.
Which is also my last marriage.
So this past Saturday, my husband and I drove 30 minutes south to the island of Palm Beach to mark the occasion by spending a night at the beautiful Brazilian Court Hotel.
We had been to the Brazilian Court before, spending a night...
I didn’t want to go to my friend Martha’s funeral last Friday.
Nobody wants to go to a funeral. Funerals are tough. They tear out your insides and leave you raw.
Especially this one.
In honor of Valentine’s Day, I want to share with you the story behind the best pick-up line ever. “Give me a kiss and make it worth your while.” Spoken by my second husband. Way before I ever thought I would have him as my second husband much less even have a second husband. I...
My children. Recreational athletes, world travelers, teenage scholars, connoisseurs of their stepfather’s cooking and now this: comedic videographers. Actually, secret comedic videographers. Picture this: I’m sitting in my uncomfortable middle seat on the plane last Friday morning, heading to Atlanta. Headphones on. Listening to the Foo Fighters on my iPhone. And reading David Remnick’s profile...