Those that know me, know what a quote freak I am. I draw a lot of inspiration from them and they truly help me in many ways. It all started back in 1993-I was on a flight from New York to Milan, Italy to visit my family and the gal sitting next to me was a beautiful 19 year old girl traveling solo to a modeling shoot with a teddy bear and a picture album. We struck up a conversation and she opened her little picture album to show me photos of her family members and one thing struck me. Under every photo she had written a quote. But… not any quote. Each quote pertained to the photo. When I came back from Italy I became obsessed in recreating what she did. Over the photo of my sisters, for example, I wrote ‘Be there when people need you’. Over myRead More →

Marilyn Monroe was right in this, one of her favorite quotes. It’s all make believe. It truly is! I was grocery shopping just yesterday and one of those gossip magazines caught my eye… ‘stars without makeup’. I never buy gossip rags, but I do make an exception when we get to see the stars, the stars everyone tries to imitate because they seem to be so perfect, so flawless, so amazingly beautiful, being, well, so amazingly human! Yes, I bought it. Guilty as charged. I do buy the ‘worse beach bodies’ issues as well. Why? Because then I feel normal, away from the celebrity culture where the woman’s ‘perfect’ body mimics the one of an escapee from a nazi concentration camp. Our current culture glamorizes it even more than people realize. Think about what we see on TV. Every single TV show is filled with a cast of gorgeous, glamourous thin folks, mostlyRead More →

With Thanksgiving just a few hours away I’ve been pondering the words of a few relatives lately, relatives that I have a hard time speaking with because joy, thankfulness and looking for the silver lining no matter how dire the situation seems to not be part of their psyche. I would be ok to listen to their complaining if it was seldom, warranted and they took my feelings into consideration, but they never do. Their wining is constant, about small stuff, they offer no support nor recognize my family’s health issues and what’s worse, if I dare say that whatever they are dealing with or dealt with is minute compared to my situation, well, I don’t dare say that. Mainly because it’s not worthed. But… think about it. Would you complain to a child with EB about your scar? Would you complain to a homeless man about your broken living room table?Read More →

In the 1994 film Forrest Gump (one of my favorite movies of all time, no less), during his inexplicable back and forth run across the United States, a bumper sticker salesman running alongside him points out to Forrest that he has just stepped in a pile of dog feces. When Forrest replies, “It happens”, the man replies, “What, shit?”, to which Forrest replies, “Sometimes”. I saw this movie in the theather in the summer of 1994, and while a whole lot of crazy stuff had already happened in my life, mostly due to my sense of adventure and spontaneity, I would soon find out what it really meant to experience some very serious stuff, none of which I was expecting, nor was I at all responsible for. Yes Forrest, you’re absolutely right. $#*! Happens! Just a few months later, my first baby was stillborn at full term, and 18 months afterRead More →