Letter to my oldest friend…

I’ve known you since your hair was in rag ringlets, but I’ve seen you with a Lady Di flick and a back-combed fringe. Our friendship is as old as I am. Continue reading Letter to my oldest friend…

Clearing Out My Mother’s House

In the aftermath of my mother’s untimely death in 2012, I jumped on a plane, and took a 36 hour journey from New York City to Sydney, Australia, to deal with her funeral, memorial and her property. My mother had not been dead a week, but here I was, maniacally cleaning out her house. Continue reading Clearing Out My Mother’s House