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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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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,…
Read MoreIn 1998, at ten years old, I discovered that Mama Cass died choking on a ham sandwich. Maybe I heard it on TV. Or maybe I was eavesdropping on some random adult chatter. Or maybe my mother told me during one of my relentless questioning…
Read MoreIdeally, I would wake up at 7 am everyday and immediately scoop a fresh wad of coconut oil into my mouth for fifteen minutes of oil pulling. After spitting out the freshly swirled toxins, I’d down 16 oz. of fresh celery juice. Then I’d use…
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