I was in hiatus for a reason, but before I go into specifics on what was happening behind-the-scenes during the summer, I am going to say that as of Friday, September 21, 2018, the tone has been set for an interesting fall: I performed a reading at my very first open mic night at a storytelling event called "Spark". Less than 4 hours before the event, I had lost my reading glasses and my job. But like that famous saying that can't be more accurate than now,"The show must go o

I was elated to be asked to read my first short play at a writer’s workshop amongst my friends and colleagues. This play has been in the works for almost two years and, finally, it is one step closer to getting to the stage. I was so nervous the moment I stood up and began to speak. It felt awkward, but given the circumstances, I was told to use it to my advantage. After all, the leading character is positioned into a cringe worthy state. I was on my feet reading with Julia (

Was it focus or an illusion? Often have I come across this question in the presence of this gravitational pull towards a direction that seemed more demanding and far more established compared to past years. This question is answered the moment I set foot on the sandy beaches of Bermuda, a past place of retreat from reality. But here's the catch, there is no need for retreat. Like reality, it is all about the element of being. Unlike past Bermudian memories, there is no moment

"It’s one thing to want it. It’s another thing to dream it. But it takes an investment to become it." A drafted blog I chose not to publish that documented my new found struggles of receiving every opportunity I wanted, but felt I couldn’t have in 2016. I was in awe and in shock all at the same time when the explosion occurred. I yearned for all of these platforms and now I have to deliver. And if someone would have told me last year that everything was going to hit me all at

A Hebrew greeting - wishing everyone a happy new year. Conveniently, Rosh Hashanah falls into the same time I celebrate my Cape Cod New Year – a yearly tradition where I visit the historical landings of ancestors where they unsuccessfully docked in Provincetown before finally establishing solid ground in Plymouth Rock. Along the stone-carved memorials implanted within the walls of Pilgrim Monument, I try to envision all the names and what they hoped and dreamt on a daily basi

I dedicate this blog to my former real estate clients. You've prepared me for what lies ahead. It's official, I'm getting paid to write! The feeling is odd, exciting, and yet VERY hard to stay focused for long periods of time, given that my new assignments are of following (at the moment): 1) Newsletters 2) Proposals 3) Media statements 4) Speeches 5) Social media marketing click bait By the end of this year, if I keep this up, in addition to my other writing goals, the skill

My stomach was beginning to churn the moment I saw the role that was placed before me. An e-mail announcement was distributed by my friend, Julia - who is, courageously, taking the plunge into developing her own, innovative, interpretation of a modern day Vaudeville. Not only is she upholding the responsibilities of script, music, vendor sections, she and her fellow director, Gus, are also tackling the tasks of sound, props, stage managing, fundraising, budgeting, web design

Out of respect for the organization's media policy, I must be discreet by not revealing the name of the company. However, this doesn't take away any merit from the fine work they do and the amazing colleagues I had that are receiving this blog dedication. The work was great, it was inspiring, but in terms of growth and development, I gradually felt that I was becoming the baby bird that must leave the nest in order to fly. I was only a Temp and yet, I had a supervisor who inv

Today is the one year anniversary and I am having mixed feelings with this blog. I look back and say "Wow, look at what all prevailed!" and at the same time I tend to say, "I could have created more, I could have done better." ...One year...a lot happens in one year, especially during an awkward transition and now I can say that this butterfly had the chance to fly and she took it. Like the very first entry, this entire journey was exciting, scary and, sometimes, not so pleas

Hi Readers, I feel I am cheating you with a lot of unfinished blogs, replacing them with posts of photos and videos hoping they will tell a captivating story. The truth is, I am in a transformational period. The butterfly is flying and for the first time, in years, all of the hard work is starting to pay off. As I watch everything fall into place, I reflect back on my internal dialogue in Caused A Scene . There were no guaranties, but my instincts were telling me "You are abo

Picture this: I'm on fire! Like the people I see hustling to the gym, I am hustling to reconnect with those whom I haven't seen for way too long - while finding more creative ways to cook, network and showcase my upcoming material. Like a girl newly committed to the treadmill, I was newly committed to becoming a very productive social butterfly. Then suddenly, the breaks were slammed. Not because I was having trouble achieving this goal, but because I completely lost my voice

This has been the most unpredictable, irresistible year of my life. I spent my 32nd year on this planet wallowing with uncertainty, helplessness, and grief. But through that discomfort, I was guided to a path where I was to discover the true meaning and value of my life. From here on out, I walk the path where money and status won't define me. The people and how I choose to contribute to society is far more important. At 32, I came to a stand still and did not continue to cha

To : My Readers May you be flooded with love, light, and happiness. May your season begin with the likes of mine where there is so much to say, so much be thankful for, so much to be so inspired you don't know where it begins or where it ends, so much in the air that you wish you can document it all in one breath as to not lose a single memory. Yes, I am flooded and for the first time there is no outline, there is no observation, there is no analyzing, no critical thinking, i

"I need you to do something for me." Sam said, as I was leaving to go reunite with my former LA roommate. "I need you to be good to yourself and have some fun." I nodded and left for Grand Central. Walking towards the entrance, I kept thinking about Sam, a veteran of life that just sat before me and explained that decades come and go, but challenging times will always be a part of life. Being that this year has been a hell of a roller coaster, I wasn't sure what was going to

Dear Students, As I indulge in the energy of your excitement, swirling around me, I am elated and also observant for your new journey into adulthood. If your experience is anything like mine, I will give you my blessing and warning that it is going to be ground breaking for you. Like you, I bypassed the idea of attending a state university to pursue an art conservatory. I knew exactly what I wanted to do and had my whole life planned within my first semester as I became engul

A year ago, this week, I was in manic shambles. Trouble had just broken out on the final stages of "Tempt!" and naturally, I dove deeper into real estate until I could figure out the next steps. My real estate success was beginning to spread like a wildfire. And I was enjoying the perks while trying to deal with the horrendous disappointment of my own business development. For the first time in my life, I was climbing up the financial ladder steadily and well...reflecting bac

"I was going down the stairs, to the subway, and BOOM, the ground shook and I was like WTF?!" An art student continued to share his experience from Saturday night where a bomb had detonated at 26th and 6th Avenue. Although my husband and I were not down there that night, it was still, literally, two block away from a building, where I have to work Mondays and Tuesdays. After hearing his story, I reflected back on seeing the news, where the second bomb was found about a half a

I dedicate this entry to Georges. During the early stages of my writing craze, he became the first of many professional influences that have a tendency to remind me to grow, develop, and become a vision. Hitting the wall, there was only one thing I felt I could do to try and snap out of it. Get another viewpoint! Georges, being that he is an international lawyer in the financial sector, I tend to get a different perspective from him, since our professional fields are like nig

Fundraising, film development, production managing 2 independent films, research for the next big project, while taking on SEO and HTML training courses...Yes, this is life at the moment: Neglectful, unintentionally Life happened rapidly So sorry guys I let you all down But I'm taken at full force Can't plant my feet on the ground The new entry is coming Good quality, I swear Have a good night and a good week I promise, I have more to share #life #journey #filmmaking #busy #h

I dedicate this blog to everyone I've spoken to last week. Thank you for the feedback. It was bound to happen...Okay, well I shouldn't get too dramatic and call it the writer's block, but I did hit the wall. No really, I hit the wall. So much so that my thoughts came to a sudden stand still, my body rejected my workout routine, my sinuses went haywire on me and while I wasn't sitting in a vacant, comatose state, aggravated by massive nasal congestion, I was sleeping every cha