Guess which former mayor-turned-late-to-the-game DeadHead is off to Central Park to see part of said band play? This man is one incredibly lucky guy, on so many levels!

Can you imagine that this man is 77 years old, and still playing rock music to sold out crowds? Funk wants to be him when he grows up. I told him he’d have to go to the gym to make that happen.

I’m one of those weird mothers. I wanted to have a natural birth so that I could experience the experience. Wanted to connect to a higher power, to lay down a solid foundation for my new family. When my firstborn was two years old, I decided to become a stay-at-home mom. Which meant, my husband had to find a different job to cover our lost wages. And that’s why this Italian New Yorker moved to the middle of the country – a place that doesn’t really do real talk, or laugh hysterically at the dark side of life. Or, at […]

I was brought up to believe that showing vulnerability was a sign of weakness. Now I understand that it takes great strength to be who we are: to speak our desires, needs, passions. To say that you love someone, when you’re not so sure that they love you back. I don’t like the new standard goodbye in America, “Luv you.” Those words are sacred, and I don’t believe they should be said unless we mean it. And meaning it means that we back them up with deed. How many acquaintances do that? There’s another problem. And like usual, I’m making […]

The other day I posted about finding a heart rock that I felt was placed in my path. I wasn’t having the best day, so it seemed like a message of love sent from above.Well, I sort of felt it was divine. I’m Italian. I’m a big believer in signs….when they happen to other people. When they happen to me, I think I’m a fraud making things up!Last night, I found myself awake at 1am thinking about my friend Kevin who unexpectedly passed a few weeks ago. And I got the distinct impression that he put that rock in my […]

Some things are so sad. I didn’t know Willis Hossler, except through Facebook. I can’t remember how we found each other. All I know is that he responded in the most beautiful way to some of my posts – and they actually helped so much, particularly as I was grieving my sister’s death – and now he is gone. I didn’t even know he was ill. #BeNice! is more important than ever, because you just never know what someone is going through.Here are some of his responses. You aren’t required to have guilt over loving someone enough to try to […]

“No problem.” That is the response I received at the gym this morning, when I thanked the front desk staff for the sauna being hot today. This is a ridiculously small thing to complain about, but I think the words she was searching for was, “Your welcome.” Manners. They go a long way in keeping brethren kind to each other. The photo: me in London (2006), making my daily check-in call to my newly widowed mother. For some reason, Funk loves when I talk on the phone (probably because I’m not harassing him), and so he snapped this frame on […]

My sister’s untimely death has taught me that I’d better start looking at the gifts people bring me BEFORE they pass, not after. Or I’ll forever be picking up the phone to call someone who can no longer respond in the flesh. As always I have to end on a positive note! The photo: speaking of death, I spotted this little guy-girl on the sand while talking on the phone to my daughter. Since it wriggled when I picked it up, I tossed it back into the ocean. On my way back from my 4-mile walk, there it was again. […]

My tongue is killing me, from biting back words! God is testing me, as always. This happens whenever I make a proclamation to the Universe. Lately, I’ve been encouraging behavior with the use of the hashtag “BeNice!” because I believe there is an epidemic of loneliness in our country that is creating meanness. Lots of us are operating at a deficit of love; still, someone has to go first to break the cycle. And for those of us who much has been given, much is required. Which is I’ve been trying to practice my beliefs. Such is the reason for […]