writing
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A LETTER TO MY FATHER
Dear Dad, You know I think you are the man. The toughest person I know physically and mentally. Why is it awkward sometimes? You are my dad. Easy peasy. After all, you have…
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THE COURAGE OF IF
I was listening to a Lex Fridman podcast last night. In his long-form chat with neuroscientist Andrew Huberman, I felt so inspired. Listen more here… As I talked about yesterday, we are all…
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The Lost Art of the Hand-written Letter
Every Christmas, I look forward to one gift – my father’s handwritten letter on nothing-special paper, that peeps out of my stocking on December 25. It is so special that it usually takes…
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The Reality of Fearality
I am not quite sure what it is I want. Correction, I know what I want but I am afraid to ask for it. Does that make me a coward? Fear is an…
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Toasting You
Yesterday, I completed my first Toastmasters speech. Although the “icebreaker” could arguably be the easiest, It is a challenge to speak about yourself in a way that engages an audience of relative strangers.…
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Friday’s Fantasy…The Office
Your office is a place for work not for kinky, wonton acts of lust and desire. The signal comes and I know immediately I must go to you. There is no stopping to…
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The Briefcase
The understated accessory. Yet, a daunting one. A statement of persona. We carry a briefcase and our gait becomes more powerful, purposeful. Standing in a crowded elevator, grasping on to the handle…
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40 -1 Celebrations
It all began in Greenwich 72 hours ago. My 40 – 1 birthday that is… A dear gentleman friend put together quite a birthday party just for the two of us. After he…
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My Love Letter to America…
My Dear America, This past year I had the amazing opportunity to really enjoy you. I traveled across the plains, in the valleys and over the mountains to revel in the wonder of…
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The Naughty Playground
This is a place we don’t think too much. Relax and give in to my gentle whispers. Keep your eyes open and look deep into mine. Let yourself go and the adventures begin.…
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My Memorial Day Memoir
This will be my last post until Tuesday, May 27 as I will be spending the weekend drinking my favorite champagne, Pierre Gimonnet, playing golf at the beach in Brigantine, and enjoying time…
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True North…
The title is an ode to one of my most sacred friends. We had a long, boozy, faux-Parisian lunch today (he is French). The only kind to have in NYC. There are some…
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Remembering My Grandmother
I don’t expect this to be a popular post but its Mother’s Day. My grandmother was an amazing lady. I can’t tell you how many summers I spent with her as a…
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A Writer’s Journey
I wanted to take a moment to thank all of the amazing writers who put themselves, their lives and their feelings on display for the world to see, dissect and even judge. When…