Sunday, December 31, 2017

Ringing in Thirteen

Slammed into Christmas this year and got knocked on my ass.
Worked until late on Friday before the holiday.
Traveled back to LA on Saturday to sit in 
a frigid theater to see Hamilton.
Unpacked for days.
A dry hacking couch lodged in my lungs and took me down.
Had to cancel my New Year's Eve party
but still celebrated someone's thirteenth birthday.

Sunday, December 17, 2017

Met Life

NYC in December is a like a sugar plum fairy's fantasy.
Wreaths and holiday lights brighten every crack and crevice.
Pine trees dusted with fresh snow stand guard at corner markets.
It's picture perfect, and feels like a warm holiday embrace in front of a roaring fire.
And yet I'm counting the days until I return to the warm Santa Ana winds
kicking up dust and ash in Southern California.
Hollywood offices shuttered on Friday for a two week pause,
but our production is still going full steam ahead for another week.
I will slam into Christmas,
and then carve out time for 
 a low winter sun hike reflecting on what was and what will be.
Until then I'm packing as much of NYC culture and cheer into my weekend as possible.

Friday, December 15, 2017


Thursday, December 14, 2017

Second Snowfall

Tuesday, December 12, 2017


Monday, December 11, 2017

Pretend Commuting

Sunday, December 10, 2017


A Sicilian tradition lives on.
Was able to join my mother and cousins for an annual Christmas favorite;
baking Cucidati.
We're not the only family who embarks on this labor intensive project.
Through the teleportation of instagram
I've witnessed the gathering of many who honor this custom.
Most fascinating, no two recipes are alike.
Passed from generation to generation, interpretations have occurred. 
In fact, I have not found anyone whose cookies look like ours.
Many roll the dough into logs and slice before baking.
Others make deep cuts into the dough, and fan the rings to create a bracelet 
which just happens to be what the word means.
And yet a sprinkling of multii color nonpareils have remained intact.
We adhere the sprinkles with egg wash, 
others sacrilegiously glaze with royal icing.
Unskilled, Sarah and I rolled some lame looking crescents.
My mother had an Italian word for them
which I don't think is fit for print.

Saturday, December 9, 2017

First Snowfall

Friday, December 8, 2017

Chicks Rule

We  change the narrative
when we have women in positions of power.
We change the narrative
when stories about women are told and executed by women.
I love men.
I love how they are different from women.
I value them for their expertise,
but it's time for a shift.
Sometimes you have to over correct to find balance.

Tuesday, December 5, 2017

California Heartbreak

Sunday, December 3, 2017

Call Me By Your Name

"We rip out so much of ourselves to be cured of things faster
that we go bankrupt by the age of thirty.
Before you know it, your heart is worn out."

Andre Aciman

Wednesday, November 29, 2017

La Femme Liberte

Tuesday, November 28, 2017

And So It Begins . . .

Day One

Sunday, November 26, 2017

Modigliani @ The Jewish Museum

Hello NYC, Hello Christmas

My fourth and final move is under my belt.
After a month in Brooklyn, I've returned to Manhattan, the village.
A beautiful apartment between the squares known as Union and Washington
is my home away from home for the next month.
Although hauling my stuff around the boroughs was not the most efficient plan
it did allow me to explore new neighborhoods and have a variety of experiences. 
I was absolutely charmed by the tranquility of Brooklyn and 
the wide tree lined streets, regal brownstone stoops and small independent businesses.

The month between Thanksgiving and Christmas is typically a chaotic one
as festive cheer and gift buying gets crammed into the short days of winter.
Christmas tree lots, holiday markets, and white twinkle lights are already in full force.
But my days and nights will be about production, a frenzy that will not pause for
baking or tree trimming.
I have not regrets, DIETLAND has been incubating for 18 months.
It is TIME to give birth to this baby.

Saturday, November 25, 2017

Smart Phone Slouch

In this magnificent metropolis,
technology screams for our attention,
and often wins.

ABC Carpet Santa Clause

Thursday, November 23, 2017


Someone missed the Sicilian skin tone gene. 

Sunday, November 19, 2017

I Heart Prospect Park