I wrote this piece about my first paragliding adventure for a website called SingleMindedWomen, which you should check out if you have a chance. I was originally hoping to make the story about independence and the excitement of solo travel, but it ended up being about something else: letting go of . . .
Me..a grown-up? I don’t think so.
In the last couple of months, I've found myself feeling so old. I never used to feel old. Sure I'd make fun of the fact that I was "past my prime", but really, I feel like I'm just getting started. The first 30+ years were just a warm-up. It took me this long to figure out what I was doing. Miley . . .
Stuck in traffic
I love many things about L.A., but driving is not one of them. If there was a public transit option to get across town that didn't involve transferring buses 4 times, I'd be all over it. Until then, I'm stuck in my car. Literally. Last night, it took me 1.5 hours to get home from a place that is . . .
Sometimes, it’s just not about you.
My friend is a set designer and her last name is Beck. Whenever she works on a film, commercial, whatever...she always puts in something in the set design that is hers, whether it's a refrigerator magnet or a pen with her name on it. It's just a ritual. She recently did a SuperBowl PSA, and in it . . .
Getting to the finish line…
Ok, I admit it. Deadlines work for me. I like knowing that I have to hand in an article by 3pm, or that my dry cleaning needs to be picked up by 6. I work best under structure. My former career in PR made me an expert in scheduling. I had to fit in 5 radio interviews in exchange for 10 . . .
Mad Men…I get it, sort of.
Ok, sorry if this feels like a gratuitous post, but I can't help myself...I'm glad it's not 1965 after watching last night's season finale of Mad Men. (By the way, I found out that according to a recent study, women apologize more than men. So, sorry about being sorry.) Caution: Spoiler alert . . .
