
Life
The publishing date for my book, MAYA BLUE A Memoir of Survival is May 20th, a month away. I never dreamed there was so much involved in getting PR lined up and scheduling a book tour. Each day, my to-do list grows longer, and I’m forced to slide some of the things on today’s list to the
I grew up in the world of antiques and never left, sharing professional time as a dealer, auctioneer, lecturer and
When I was unpacking my dishes and cookbooks that had been in storage for 10 years, I took a break
Everywhere I go these days, I’m surrounded by Nomophobes. Whether it’s at a luncheon, a business presentation, or a casual
For two hours, I’ve been trying to get to my desk to work on my book, but first, there were
For March’s book club, we’re discussing Abby Fabiaschi’s novel, I Liked My Life. It’s a beautiful examination of grief, marriage,
I used to find health and fitness so confusing. There’s so much advice – which can be complex and frequently
We’ve been brainwashed into working through pain. It’s noble. Remember the coaching adage, “No pain, no gain?” I’m the first
This week I had jury duty. I know… A lot of people roll their eyes at this often dreaded “penance,”
I asked my son the other day, “You don’t think I’m a hoarder, do you?” “No,” he said. “More like
I’m going to be honest. I’m frustrated with a society that constantly sells us the idea of a “quick fix.”
It happened in the blink of an eye. There it was… Confirmation I’m officially “old.” Without even having to whip
From the moment I learned of the Royal Canadian Mounties–thanks to Dudley Do-Right when I was eight–I’ve loved the whole
Boot Camp and other similar exercise programs are keeping my lights on. Of course there are things which are totally
Whenever there’s a holiday approaching, television networks like to trot out a particular kind of film. Typically there’s a feisty
Will someone please explain to me why–and this is not a rhetorical question–smoke alarm batteries always fail in the middle
It was August, 1969. I was married to Adam Linter who managed a club called The Salvation, on 1 Sheridan
Everytime I consider having some “work done,” I learn something that makes me pause. Last month Anna, my aesthetician, gave
At an estate sale recently, a large baggie filled with yellow corn-on-the-cob holders caught my eye. The price was $1