May #birchbox

Yesterday, besides dancing around and singing about Camp and having the deepest conversations ever with my 5-year-old, I got to enjoy a few other things. I had a most fabulous date with a dear old friend, whom I just happened to have met recently, I got to watch my favorite Real Housewives city (New York. ...

Bravo, Break-Ups and ripping off the Band-Aid,

Whenever my friends are going through break-ups, I always give them the same advice: "Don't let there be a gray area. That is when it gets most complicated and leads to the most pain, ultimately. Just rip off the band-aid and cut it off. It will hurt more now, but I promise it will make ...

“Oui Oui Oui!”

The idealism and sense of control I felt this morning based on some creative imaginative play and happy moods has now devolved into this: It is 5pm. I have been placed in a tiara and am being forced to wield a wand. My hot cocoa just exploded in my microwave. And then I choked on it. And, my daughter ...

Who else but that baby sis

will send a late night email, headed "THREE VERY IMPORTANT THINGS!!" that details three separate accounts of the goings-on of some of our favorite Bravo-lebrities and Bloggers?!(!?!?) It should also be noted that: This morning, we planned her future wedding song, talked about the Sex and the City re-run that we had both, coincidentally, just re-watched and came up with ...

He nailed it.

"Every time you watch Bravo it's like 'I want to have an '80s Party!' 'I want to have a Flash Mob!' 'I want to do a blind junk-food taste-test!' I'm waiting for you to ask me for a dog Bar-Mitzvah." -My husband. Dog Bar-Mitzvah, eh? A Bark Mitzvah. He's onto something. Just have to make sure Jill ...