“Time tends to collapse on the internet. There are no seasons, only epochs of memes.” - New York magazine
Days turned into weeks, then months, and now it’s almost been a year since my last blog post. I've tumbled down the Instagram rabbit hole and I'm disorientated. In August 2016, Instagram cloned Snapchat's best product, stories. I remember when Instagram stories came out and I thought I would never waste my time uploading my life in 15 second increments. But now I find myself a hypocrite as I shamelessly stage...
Today marks the anniversary date I launched this blog, I Forgot My Mantra. The significance of the day is more than a number on a calendar for me. It represents the power of my thoughts and intentions, the belief that I am the agent of something other than running errands and folding laundry, and of course the sexiest part, expressing my creativity.
What originally inspired me to write was my husband Steve’s colorful life—think Catch Me if You Can meets Curb Your Enthusiasm, with a little dash of Wolf...
If I envy anyone it must be
My grandmother in a long ago
Green summer, who hurried
Between kitchen and orchard on small
Uneducated feet, and took easily
All shining fruits into her eager hands.
That summer I hurried too, wakened
To books and music and circling philosophies.
I sat in the kitchen sorting through volumes of answers
That could not solve the mystery of the trees.
My grandmother stood among her kettles and ladles.
Smiling, in faulty grammar,
She praised my fortune and urged my lofty career.
So to please her I studied- but I will remember always
How she poured...
I turned 21 on July 26, 1992 at our family beach house in Longport, New Jersey, a small coastal town about 7 miles south of Atlantic City. My 21st birthday did not by ANY means mark the first time I sipped alcohol. At the age of 18 I was savvy enough to procure a fool-proof Pennsylvania driver’s license that my older sister, by three years, Marlena sold to me for $300 with my picture and her information.
My Dad marked my 21st birthday by buying me a little black...
Publishing isn't Everything: Writing Regardless of Outcome
“Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans”—John Lennon
I am going to go dive right in and ask some questions - Have you ever pondered the somewhat uncomfortable question, “what is your purpose in life?” Are you restless about your reality and what path you chose? Do you think about what you could have done? Are you so busy being busy that you forgot about dormant hopes and dreams from a younger and more hopeful past? Do you...
I Forgot My Mantra
The phrase “I forgot my mantra” is from 1977 Best Picture winner and my favorite Woody Allen film, Annie Hall. Jeff Goldblum made a cameo appearance, giving this famous, solitary line.
In my late 20’s, I watched Annie Hall for the first time and rewound Goldblum’s scene over and over again. This brilliant bit depicts a man who is struggling to grasp the motions of a solution that’s eluding him. It resonated with me because it mirrored my life--desperately seeking more love and attention...
Welcome to My Rainbow: My life in words has a soundtrack, if you have Spotify listen to it HERE. Otherwise scroll down to play it.
I grew up in a suburb outside of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania and went to an all-girls Catholic school the entirety of my school age years. I was dying to go to college for one thing: BOYS. Let’s just say that I got around quite nicely at the University of Delaware, and I don’t mean in a car. I wish I could tell you I played...
