The fourth Stay-in Supper Club was the first in my new, temporary home in Laurel Canyon with my siblings as my dinner guests. Last Sunday I came to L.A. to spend the rest of quarantine with my sister and brother in L.A. We’re sheltering together to help Amanda as my brother-in-law, Nick Cordero, fights COVID […]

As we sat there, sipping wine and chatting, in our fabulous, fifties outfits, it dawned on me. We are the modern, blonde, Rose Weissman and Midge Maisel.

I’m a young, divorcee that has moved back in with my parents. My mother is tiny, adorable, and terribly worried about everything that I do and what my fate will be given my “unusual” lifestyle. I am subject, daily, to the eccentricities of my no-nonsense father, who is often kept in the dark about what my mom and I are up to. I have a career my parents don’t understand, and I often disappear for hours without explanation. My ex-husband is Jewish, and ex-in-laws live just down the street. I own an extensive collection of hats, and my mom has a closet of incredible dresses, shoes, and purses. All I’m missing is the two children and summers in the Catskills!

I’ve learned you bond with someone when you go through something tough and real together. When you see each other at your worst, not just your best, and like them anyway. When you realize that when the world is upside down, they are the kind of person that stays right-side up. When they have the ability to make you smile when there’s really no other reason to. When you experience, first-hand, that they are someone you can call, no matter the time, or day, when you are in need of sunshine and their voice is instant warmth. I think there’s a real chance that love found in the time of corona, could be the most real kind of love.

I’ve always had a thing for swimsuits. It goes back to when I was a baby. Check out my sisters and I in the summer of 1990. I’d kill for that ruffled-lace collar on a one-piece now! What I’ve learned from traveling is every beach destination has a different beach vibe. There are certain suits […]

I also realized eating solo every day meant “real” meals were in danger. Dinner could become a candy bar, or a jar of PB and a spoon because no one was going to know about it. In Paris, it was R&D to go to the city’s most charming and authentic restaurants. I dined solo on three-course dinners of escargot, steak tartare, and chocolate mousse on the regular.

So, I decided in an effort to try to be French, and chic, and refined – I would start the Stay-In Saturday Supper Club. Consider this your official invitation to join me.

Since my divorce, I’ve grown very comfortable being alone. In Paris, I had completely embraced how selfish and untied down I was. I loved how no one had the ability to affect my mood or day, no one’s alarm woke me in the morning or movie-watching kept me up at night. I didn’t have to check with anyone before I made plans or decisions. I wasn’t remotely jealous of co-habitating couples. I didn’t envy their proper homes and giggling babies when I was out at night in Paris being kissed on bridges and caressed in cafes over creme brûlée… but oh, how that changes…

And usually, we bloom too. We start jobs, we move cities, we get married, we open businesses, we make friends, we grow.
How do we bloom this spring? At first, it seems impossible but think deeper and realize it’s actually more possible now than ever.

I left Paris this weekend. Saturday night when they issued that all businesses were ordered to close, I panicked. Just two days earlier, we’d been told to work from home, then school was canceled, then we were told to stay indoors. Now forced closures. It was all happening so fast that I foresaw, and feared […]

In this last week, everyone’s lives have changed. I don’t know a single person whose vacations, retreat, work-trip, honeymoon, or wedding is not canceled or on hold. Everyone is inside whatever four walls they call home for a while now. It’s an easy sacrifice to make for the health of everyone – sit on your […]

On March 1st I woke up went for a run on the Seine. It’s usually not a large crowd there – the Parisians are too busy buying croissants or caressing whoever they brought home last night to be up, exercising on a Sunday morning. But I arrived to find it PACKED! What’s going on here, […]