Today’s topic: The magic of self-discipline

Which of you lovely ladies will cop to still being a die-hard Real Housewives of Beverly Hills-watcher, like moi? Before I get rolling with the self-discipline theme of today’s post, I first have to give a special shout-out to my mommy-pal Mimi, who literally accosted Gigi Hadid in the street to welcome her to New…

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Christian Bale has really luminous skin

What special breed of lunatic sets her alarm clock for 4 o’clock, on a Sunday, so she can do laundry, blog and scan / read The New York Times while her husband (Hubby), daughter (Wee Lass) and extremely overweight Maine Coon cats (Thunder + Lightning) are fast asleep in their beddy-byes upstairs? This special breed of…

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Knitting. Reading. Watching. Loving.

Note to the Wee Lass: If you don’t wear the new petal-pink scarf Mommy is currently knitting for you, you are in so, so, soooo much trouble – a world of trouble. I know you think the first one I lovingly crafted for you is too itchy (and hello, you couldn’t be more wrong about…

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Oooh Hemingway, you cheating bastard

Note to self: When you’re feeling less than chipper and hopeful about the world around you, don’t read super-sad – albeit beautifully written – books about heartless, self-absorbed bastards who cheat on their perfectly lovely, long-suffering wives. I won’t lie: So far, it’s been a rough summer. Work has been intense, the hours long and…

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Save lectissupee. Terun oof the lihts.

I’ve made my living as a writer for an extremely long time, so, obvi, words are supercalifragilisticexpialidocious important to me. Thus, you can imagine my horror whenever I see the Wee Lass’s cray-cray attempts at what the teachers in her school call “sound-spelling.” Basically, the kids just sonically stumble their way through their assignments, like…

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A stunning new show at the Met Museum

Please indulge me while I electronically utter the biggest cliché of all times: They grow up so, so, sooooo fast. Though it seems like only yesterday that the Wee Lass was trucking around with Huggies hidden beneath her bloomers, she’s now old enough for sleepovers at the (nearby) home of her bestie, Ella. Those two have…

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Consuming so much media my head might crack open

If I didn’t know better, I’d swear I was on some kind of crystal meth-y type of chemical stimulant. But unless you count strong java and bowls of gluten-free oatmeal, I’m totally drug-free. Still, I’ve been borderline manic in my media consumption in the past 48 hours. Although the Wee Lass had Friday off from…

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