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  • Urban Legend

    Sometimes I really miss the days before the internet. Think about it: we give complete strangers access to us 24/7 and trolls feed off that.  Some “meetings” and encounters are positive. I have met some amazing people online. Actually, a few of my dearest friends started as a Twitter handle with a tiny photo to the left.  I have also had so many women reach out to me online who have been victims of domestic abuse. I am grateful to use my platform to offer advice or just listen. It can feel like a very lonely club to be in. Unfortunately, there are more people, like me, in it than…

  • Cinderfuckingrella

    The first time I saw the movie, “Step-Mom” I thought Susan Sarandon’s character was such a bitch.  She was divorced. Julie Roberts played the much younger girlfriend introduced to the children. Spoiler Alert: Sarandon’s character wasn’t thrilled about Roberts’ character. I wasn’t a mother and I wasn’t divorced. Now, I am both and I get it.We really need to erase the stigma that divorce is a bad thing. It can be the difference between living in heaven or hell. However, with divorce comes many firsts. I am learning that some are joyful, others difficult and a few painful. Introducing a new partner to your children can be tough. It’s awkward.…

  • Beyond Wealthy

    “I can’t wait for your parents to die.”  That was something I was told regularly by an abusive man. He said he would make popcorn, sit back and watch me suffer. A narcissist will get you to confess your insecurities, greatest fear, etc. and then torment you with it. I have always been close to my parents. My dad is my hero. I see them daily and talk on the phone multiple times a day. Yes, some people still actually talk on the phone. The other day I made the mistake of calling it a “telephone.”  My children looked at me like I was a caveman.My folks have been my…

  • A Dollar and a Dream

    The Mega Millions jackpot is up for grabs tonight. I already had a winning ticket this week. I played the lottery on Tuesday on the Jackpocket app when the purse was over $800,000.  I woke up at 3:30 a.m. Wednesday with my dog, “Bella,” hovering over me like Freddy Krueger. She usually shakes her chain as an alert, but occasionally scares the hell out of me. I took her outside, crawled back into bed and checked my email. There it was, “Congrats! You won a Mega Millions prize!” Now, I wasn’t ignorant enough to think I won THE prize. You have a 1 in 302,575,350 chance of winning the  jackpot by…

  • It’s About Damn Time

    Over the past few months I have spoken to many survivors of domestic abuse. Smart and successful people who, if you crossed paths, you would never know the hell they are living or have lived. I once had someone say to me, “You are so strong! I can’t believe you were ever in an abusive relationship.” To that I say “Fuck You!” Giving in because of fear is not consent.  This is the problem in our society. We ask the rape victim why she was walking alone at night, We question why a woman doesn’t tell anyone she was being sexually harassed at work, and we ask victims of domestic…

  • Picture Perfect

    I just returned from a two day trip to New York City with my son and daughter.  It was a Christmas gift. My daughter wanted to see Conan Gray perform at Radio City Music Hall. Truth be told, I didn’t know who he was before my daughter introduced me to his music. It was another reminder of my age. He has hundreds of millions of views online. The show was sold out.                                  It was a fun concert!  Conan Gray is a talented performer and I appreciate the message he sends about inclusivity. It was…

  • Crooked Stitches

    I was in a department store today standing in line behind three young girls. Young is a relative term. When I was 12 I thought 25 was old.  Now, to me, 20-somethings are babies. These girls appeared to be junior or seniors in high school. They were all wearing socks pulled over their Lululemon pants, crocs and their hair tied back with a clip. It reminded me of the days I would call my friends to coordinate matching outfits. “Wear your black crop top shirt and acid wash jeans pinned on the bottom with the pink scrunchie!” They were talking about a girl who they felt was being dramatic. “It’s…

  • Get it together, baby!

    The death of actress Regina King’s only son is another reminder that depression doesn’t discriminate. It doesn’t matter the size of your house, bank account or car you drive. My struggle with depression began when I was away at college. It wasn’t brought on by anything in particular. In fact, by all accounts, things were going well.  I was just sad and couldn’t shake it. It got progressively worse. I cried a lot. I didn’t want to leave the house. Virtual learning didn’t exist back then. My boyfriend’s mother recognized I needed help, sat me down and encouraged me to see a doctor. In fact, she offered to drive me…

  • Help Me, Help You

    There is no doubt it’s still a man’s world. I work in radio where 62.4% of all announcers are men. It’s 2021 and, in this industry, women earn 93% of what men make. Still, I love my job and the people I work with. I wasn’t built to sit in a cubicle. In this business, no two days are the same. We have had some of the most interesting people in studio. Since I have been on air we have interviewed politicians, magicians, actors, and comedians. Chazz Palminteri was the most charming man I have ever met. He said to me in a thick New York accent, “Where did you…

  • West-Side Rules

    When I was a kid I wanted to be a professional dancer. I would choreograph routines in my bedroom. I would have been a TikTok sensation. Unfortunately,  there aren’t any recordings. I didn’t want to cover the videos I taped off MTV.  If dancing didn’t work out I was going to be a pop star, live in a mansion and drive a red Ferrari. I don’t want to brag, but I had a solo in the 5th grade chorus Christmas concert. “Christmas means the spirit of giving Peace and joy to you, The goodness of loving, The gladness of living; These are Christmas too.” That was my part. Yet another…