Last week, I finally found a yoga group here in Cabo that I could attend regularly. It’s been 3 years since I attended a class, distracted as I was from my own needs in my overwhelming quest to control events in my life that were, let’s say, not in my control. I missed the refuge it once provided and the side benefits of just feeling more right with myself. It … Read More
Some years ago, I had a dream one night that left me in a strange state upon awakening. I decided to record this reverie before all recollection faded into the day’s reality. But, all I could remember was that I was searching for someone or something that eluded me. I was traveling in Italy on a winding stone road towards an exotic hamlet that was embraced by a floral paradise. … Read More
When I decided to move to Mexico 5 years ago, I had a lot of push back from family and friends. Mexico was so far away and dangerous (read the papers). But here is the reality: the flight from NY to Cabo is the same as NY to LA and Cabo is 1000 miles from the US border. I live closer to “dangerous” locales in my apartment in Connecticut. And … Read More
My father was not a man of many words, and usually refrained from espousing advice unless asked. As a result, the opinions he shared were valuable moments of intelligent interface that impacted my perspective as I grew up. One such affirmation that is fixed in my mind occurred when I sought his counsel about a relationship with a particular friend. He told me that in general, one can tell a … Read More
Meet Lily. I fell in love with her when Peter Burke, owner and visionary entrepreneur of the 18 year old PJ Salvage brand showed me pictures of her schmoozing with models at a recent photo shoot. The minute I looked at these images of young women clad in PJ Salvage merchandise, playing with Lily, feeding her spaghetti and generally spoiling the daylights out of her, I knew Peter had a … Read More
Here in Mexico, I find myself attracted to colors that I would never consider for my wardrobe back in New York. Color seems to dominate the culture. Last week my friend Kelly took me to a boutique in San Jose de Cabo that caters to women looking for true Mexican design rather than flee market souvenirs. I, who rarely enjoys shopping (except for work); found myself mesmerized by the vibrant … Read More
Some time ago I was at a Canyon Ranch Spa with my friend Adrienne who owned a better bra fitting boutique in the Midwest. When she saw me wearing a Prima Donna bra with (I won’t admit what brand) cotton panties, she almost had a heart attack. Dismayed, she could not believe that I, a proponent of upscale intimates would not be wearing matching underpants. This conundrum has confronted me … Read More