Veterans Day (Is there an apostrophe in that?)

I’m the daughter (US Army, Vietnam), granddaughter (US Army, WWII, Europe), and daughter-in-law (US Marine Corps, Korea) of veterans. Some of my very best friends have served this country, not

THE GREATEST STORY EVER TOLD…(Or the best Belgian waffle in history, and it’s TOTALLY true)

Many years ago, I was an art director at an ad agency here in NYC. I remember shooting a spot in an old building in Hell’s Kitchen that was turned

Ceci n’est pas une femme

I borrow the title from René Magritte, but it’s an interesting concept. In the world we live in today, everyone is labeled with CIS/DFAB/BINARY/POC/LGBTQ/SWF/GBM/MD/ESQ/FILL IN THE BLANK. That said, what constitutes a

BECAUSE HE HAD A HOLLOW WEENIE!

I grew up in Teaneck, just over the GWB from NYC (George Washington Bridge and New York City for the uninitiated). I used to listen to Z100’s morning show before

Twenty Years…Come and gone…

Last night I went to my 20th high school reunion. I’ll be honest I didn’t want to go. I went because my best friend, the one person who has stuck