Love to you blog tribe. I'm still internal. Sometimes I like it, sometimes I look around for the nearest sledgehammer to break the crystal globe I've been hibernating in the last few months. It's interesting to reach a point, after maintaining a "blah-g" for so many years, where I've literally retracted for an overwhelming number of reasons. Top 10 Reasons I've Crept Into "Me" 10. The event that happened last April, which I can't talk about,...
After my most recent break-up, matched with the whole "job... yeah, I'll need one of those... eventually..." I woke up a bit meh. I fired up my Instagram with my morning coffee to learn that I was tagged in a #screenshot game - which essentially means screenshot whatever your home screen is and post it. My screenshot, of course, is Fronkles and Peanut. The real magic in all of this, however, is while I'm sharing my picture with my Insta-mates,...
I'm really trying to move on blog family, I swear. I've even been noveling in between Allen Stone posts. However, coffee just came out of my nose reading a Billboard piece revealing that Allen Stone's first festival show was actually out in LA, right before I saw him in Central Park on Tuesday. "So wait?" I told myself. "The hottest, realest soul voice in this country, and one of the best on Earth I boldy declare - has only played like, one...
Namaste blog tribe I've been blessed to encounter a collection of Entrepreneurs as of late. I think it's sexy that New York City is a legitimate hub of passion and ideas and people willing to dedicate their life to such a creative, sky-is-the-limit approach to existence. I guess what I'm saying is that I have been more inspired than I have felt for a decent section of time. And we know how much I adore being inspired. I find times of inspiration...
Hudson Animal Hospital and Blue Pearl Veterinary Partners suck. Here's why: Most of you are aware of mangy Fronkles - who I rescued over the summer, from a pound camper parked on 82nd Street. Fronkles is the first New York City pound dog I saved. I can only imagine the conditions he was in. I never thought about mange before, because I never rescued a neglected puppy before. From the research I'e done, mange makes perfect sense. Frankie was in...