The moment of sunrise or sunset is a beautiful nuance. Partially because regardless of whether it’s rising or setting in your hemisphere, it’s doing the opposite someplace else in the wonderful and mysterious cycle of days and life.

I’ve never been very good at tribalism. Probably due to my Gen X status, an unusual upbringing in New York City during some very challenging times and my choice of Social Anthropology at Harvard.

Unlike the very clear signage and grid structure that guide the average pedestrian around most modern urban and suburban settings, easing the choice and analysis of “where to go”, sometimes, the signs in front of us, can get confusing and downright irrational.

For those who don’t know me well, don’t know my birthday (September 27th). personal history, or have a sense of astrology, you won’t understand how important my Sign has been as a guiding hand throughout my life. I am a Libra. Through and through.

As a Native New Yorker, I’ve always known the importance of being kind to strangers and new-comers to the City, especially when they are obviously lost, stressed or confused.

Rather than a Cross or Star of David or more traditionally religious symbol, I where this triple Koru “religiously” around my neck as a reminder of the sacredness of life and the 3 miraculous gifts of life I have received after my two rounds with terminal cancer.

I landed in Bermuda on Saturday just before noon, and more than 24 hours later am sitting in a 90% unfurnished house looking out at the unbelievably warm and clear aquamarine waters of the Bermudian Atlantic Ocean.

This will be my last post from New York, the City that has been my home for my entire life. My apartment on West 70th Street goes on the market this week, and Pippa and I fly back to Bermuda on Saturday to open a new chapter in our story together. 

For the last 10 years or so, Erika (one of my dearest friends and Sisters) and I have performed an annual “Burning Bowl at the beginning of every year. Meaning, January.

There’s an incredible scene in Wonder Woman from 2017, starring Gal Gadot, where Diana (AKA Wonder Woman) crosses a reimagined World War I “No Man’s Land” all on her own, with nothing but her cuffs and shield to protect her.

If the last few weeks have shown us anything, it’s that the “solutions” we have in place… Whether for civilian and military evacuations, ensuring our vaccination roll-outs happen smoothly, extreme weather, reopening our businesses and economy safely, getting our kids back to school, or even getting my microwave to stop spitting parts out at me when I try to open and close the door… don’t always work.

There have always been moments in my life when the on-going stressors and crises in the world come together not only in my own house, but in my body and mind. Like an Oracle or a Cassandra, from ancient Mythology.

This past week, I walked up West End Avenue, to pick up some wine a friend had left for me with his doorman on West 96th Street. I was looking forward to decompressing from all the crises in the world by stretching my legs up one of my favorite Upper West Side avenues.

When Simone Biles withdrew from the Olympics “Women’s All-around” last week, all I could think was, “She’s so brave”. Especially given the open-emotionality and dialogue about the mental stressors that had caused it.

Last weekend, I took a few extended subway rides to see dear friends living in Queens and Brooklyn and was more than disappointed to see the still-mandatory mask rule being widely disregarded by a majority of younger men, in particular.

I don’t know about you, but I guess I was hoping 2021 would usher in a few fewer “unprecedenteds” than the last 4 or so years. I mean Trump WASN’T reelected, right?

On Saturday, June 26th 2021, as I was walking up Amsterdam Avenue to a focal favorite -- The Mermaid Inn -- to celebrate a dear friend’s birthday, and Pride all wrapped up in one, I was more than a little stunned to see and hear a raven squawking from the rooftop of a building in the mid 80s…

Having spent much of my strategic communications career in advertising, especially in the auto and Consumer Packaged Goods (CPG) categories, the discussion of “Value” was a no-brainer, especially for clients with a very literal and functional perspective.

Growing up I was taught that there was no greater demonstration of love than to serve your family and community.­­­ Love, by default, therefore, was all about self-sacrifice.

On the afternoon of May 13th 2014, I was rushed to NYU Medical Center for what many thought was a stroke, but I knew was a many times misdiagnosed brain tumor. The left side of my body had completely given in to a paralyzing amount of pressure on the right side of my head.