Can I Be Frank…
I flew to Los Angeles on Saturday. The good news was that there was very little turbulence and an empty middle seat between me and a young, rail thin model so I had plenty of room.
I flew to Los Angeles on Saturday. The good news was that there was very little turbulence and an empty middle seat between me and a young, rail thin model so I had plenty of room.
The very first new restaurant I dined at during my New York City re-entry was a winner. I am high on High Street on Hudson.
I may have to convert. Yesterday, I witnessed an Easter miracle.
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 me as much as a fabulous Broadway show.
Sunday dawned in NYC and the weather mafia was in a frenzy. It was the first day of spring and snow was on the horizon.
New, exciting cultural offerings in New York City and the price was right…free.
Another riveting episode of Ladies Who Lunch.
My family has been living under a cloud of uncertainty.
Free to be me in NYC.
2am and I can’t sleep. I am watching the results from the latest Super Tuesday. Happiness sets in as Clinton swept 4 of the 5 states. Missouri is still too close to call.
A lovely surprise. Last Saturday I had a reunion with one of my favorite relatives.
Eureka…finally enjoyed a delicious meal in Los Angeles.
Yesterday, I experienced a real New York Sunday.
The price of beauty is daunting.
6am and ready to hit Central Park on a gorgeous day.
Every single time I fly out of Los Angeles it conjures up memories of the night before my departure for sleep away camp.
Birch was a bust. Tree bark is probably tastier.
Inspiring moments pop up at the most unexpected times.
It has been an exhausting week. My brain is tired from nourishing The Devil. She is a hungry bitch.
Money is always a frequent topic. Maybe we should all start hoarding.