The Sound of Guilt Crashing Out my Window In 2012 a Gallup Health and Well-Being Index revealed that women approaching midlife had the highest levels of stress among all age groups and genders. What’s worse, according to the study, they were far more stressed out than previous generations of women, and there didn’t seem to
Los Angeles, California—February 25, 2015—Award-winning web series “Living The Dream” returns with its highly anticipated first season. The show’s pilot garnered the prestigious “Best Episode Award” at the LA Femme Film Festival and “New Media Award” at The Hollywood Festival of New Cinema.
As 2015 is already in full swing and as I start to ponder all the resolutions, things I want to accomplish, or just downright trying to get my “eight hours a day sitting” butt to the gym, I realized the biggest goal for myself this year is the ability to be vulnerable. One would think
I suffer from PTSBSS. Post Traumatic Super Bowl Stress Syndrome. I grew up in a household of men – three brothers and my dad. Super Bowl time was filled with tons of boys, having fun. Eventually they became men, screaming at the TV. I have fond memories of watching players as they got crushed while my
Living in Hollywood is always an experience. As a social person. I love meeting new people from all over the country who move here for some reason or another. It’s pretty easy to talk to people here, just ask them about themselves. People love to talk about themselves in LA and they rarely ask about
I’m a depressive. Not in the “I’m going to stay in bed for 6 straight weeks in the dark” kind of way. More of the Los Angeles, “I used to be hot, now I’m middle age and it sucks” kind of way. It doesn’t help that I live in the heart of Hollywood, where beauty
Today’s blog is dedicated to breasts. It is Breast Cancer Awareness month. Whether you have real ones or not, this is an important topic. I had small breasts my entire life until I had my daughter, then boom – full C cups. It was shocking. In the hospital, she latched on right away. I thought I was home
Everyone hates me. I know it. I can sense it. I talk to my husband constantly about this. I’m obsessed with narcissistic people. He says I have the problem, that I’m the narcissist. Ok, whatever. Anyway, back to me. What did I do? What’s not to like? I thought once I had a child all
Why does a busy working mom want to write, produce and act in a web comedy? Growing up in LA is a whole lot different than growing old in Los Angeles. I was a former actress, turned corporate full timer, turned mother. After the birth of my daughter, I felt I needed to connect with
