RABBIT RABBIT!

Happy September! Here's what I have planned this month.




Lots of sitting on the beach, drinking wine, and relaxing in the Hamptons!




Spending time with The Nana, who is coming to visit for the High Holidays!




Praying and atoning for my sins (AKA the Jewish High Holidays).




Fashion's Night Out with my Mommy! Bergdorf Goodman is definitely on the hit list.




Going on a girls' getaway with this bevy of beauties - my best friends from college!



Rabbit Rabbit to one and all! I have a feeling September is going to be a good one.

Girl Crushes

We all know who my boy crushes are. We're all aware that I harbor inappropriate thoughts about Larry David. It's fine. And now that we're all cozy, I am more than comfortable enough with my sexuality to talk about the ladies I find lusty!





Sophia Bush

My ultimate girl crush. She is beautiful, cool, funny, outspoken, talented, just all-around amazing. I feel honored to share sorority letters with this girl. I am convinced that her and I are destined to meet and become friends. She writes an awesome blog and is just so smart and interesting. I look forward to the new season of One Tree Hill and seeing my hero Brooke Davis get the happy ending she so deserves.





Bethenny Frankel

We all know of my love for Bethenny! Who is funnier than her? She built a brand from the ground up and is such an inspiration to me. I fell for her on The Real Housewives of New York but the love only deepened with Bethenny Getting Married. I laughed, I cried, it was better than Cats.





Cheryl Hines

The quintessential shiksa! Truth be told is that I've loved Cheryl in everything she's been in, but she takes the cake as Larry David's patient wife on Curb Your Enthusiasm. She's married to my man and living my dream. Oh, and gorgeous.





Perrey Reeves

I would be remiss if I didn't mention Mrs. Ari. Oh, Mrs. Ari. How sexy is she? Seriously, that body... unbelievable. I want to look like that! Also married to my man and living my dream, but in a different way.



Who are your girl crushes?

Weekend Wrap-up

In my mind, Summer should be relaxing. And yet, that is the ONE thing this season hasn't been for me.

I've had another busy bee weekend. There are always places to go and people to see!



On Friday, I celebrated my best friends 25th birthday with a delicious dinner and lots of wine. I gave her two Kate Spade bangles to mark the special occasion.






On Saturday, I spent the day with my little sister. I took her to Red Door spa. We got facials and our makeup done. The customer service there is superb!






On Sunday, I had brunch with a gal pal at Maialino at the Gramercy Park Hotel. What a delightful little spot - perfect place to end the weekend.




I'm headed to the Hamptons next weekend where I feel like I'll finally get to relax. It's been a long Summer and I think I've earned it!

Friday Five

Gotta make this quick - I'm a busy bee! Five reasons I'm smiling today...

1. It's a gorgeous day in NYC! I had to stay in bed a few extra minutes this morning to warm up. It's beginning to look like Fall!

2. I've been sick for awhile, got the worst of it this week, and I'm finally starting to feel better.

3. I'm going back to the Martha Stewart show!

4. Between a birthday party, brunch and dinner dates, and a little Emmy soiree party, I'm seeing lots of my favorite people this weekend.

5. It's FRIDAY!

Wishes for a wonderful weekend.

Last Single Girl Standing

Yesterday, a friend emailed me to ask how I feel about being single while all (most) of my girlfriends are settling down.

How many cliches can I fit into one blog post?

I could tell you that I feel like I'm sitting on the starting line even when everyone else hit the ground running long ago... that I'm love's biggest cheerleader and my team is having a great season... that I'm trying to dance in the rainstorm while waiting for the sunshine... And those would all be true. And you could tell me that I'm only 25. That when you stop looking, it finds you. That when you're least expecting, it hits you like a ton of bricks. Come on. We've been around this Merry-Go-Round before.

How do I feel? Happy and sad, cheerful and dismal, curious and confused, patient and anxious. A million and one things. I could talk for days.

I am sitting here planning my parents' 30th anniversary party and I am reminded of my favorite couple - who met in 1977 under a tree at the University of Miami, who were from two different worlds and had the odds stacked against them, who made it work anyway and have two daughters that love them more than life itself and 30 years later, are just as happy together as they were on their wedding day - that love and life work in mysterious ways.

And I'm feeling pretty good about that.

In the land of corn and Vera Bradley

This past weekend, I traveled to the great state of Indiana with three of my sorority sisters. We went up to Lake Wawasee for a very relaxing few days filled with eating, drinking, and boating. I tried water skiing and tubing. We sang songs and took shots and laughed 'til we cried.



We may have Kappa in common, but we're four very different girls. One is smart as a whippersnapper and always has the answers to my questions. One is my favorite comedienne and brings a ray of sunshine to even my gloomiest days. One has an amazing outlook on life and inspires me with her constant positivity. And then there's me, the neurotic writer, in constant search of wisdom, laughter, and optimism. I hope I bring as much fun and good to all of their lives as they bring to mine.



I feel blessed to have such wonderful women in my life that I can travel with, share with, cry with, and dream with. This was such a great trip and I hope it was just the first of many.

To bow and accept the end of a love or a season

Everyone has a favorite poem. Whether it's something silly by Shel Silverstein or something solemn by Wallace Stevens, poetry is kind of this wonderfully whimsical medium of writing that is so ambiguous and abstract. For the most part there are truly no guidelines or rules, unless you're writing a haiku or something.

In my writing track for my English major in college, part of the requirement was workshops in fiction, nonfiction, or poetry. I took fiction and poetry which is ironic because I write nonfiction now. I enjoyed fiction but poetry was torture. I am a terrible poet. All of my classmates were writing dark, gritty poetry about sex and death and being gay and I was writing poems about ice cream and puppies. It was a nightmare.

My favorite poem is called "Reluctance" and it's by my favorite poet, Robert Frost. It's one of his lesser known pieces, but you avid Golden Girl fans out there may recognize the title because it's the last line of the poem, and what Rose read out loud when Miles was discovered by con artist The Cheese Man and had to flee Miami.

Reading this poem has brought me comfort and light in many a moment of despair and darkness. I think of it tonight, as I try to gracefully bow and accept the past. I'm realizing that if I don't, I'll never make room for the future.