Sometimes the craziest things happen when you’re spontaneous. After raising four kids and running a small catering business – all while being married to a busy doctor, playing team tennis and performing with a small aging dance troupe -- it felt like things were winding down in my life. And I’m not the winding down type of woman.
I got engaged in 1979 when I was 23 because I fell in love – with an antique sapphire and diamond ring. I know, I know, I was supposed to be in love with the man who bought it for me but, looking back, I’m not sure that was the case.
We are lucky to have Dr. Jane writing for us as she has a bustling private practice where she conducts cognitive assessments and psychotherapy in addition to lecturing around New York City on this topic.
Drinking Diaries was conceived, sadly, as a result of my own mother’s drinking. Well into her sixties, my mother’s wine habit went from socially acceptable and culturally expected (she’s French) to deeply problematic.
With her friend Louisa, writer Jamie Stringfellow set out from Hermosa Beach with a goal: to walk a 38-mile route to the Getty Villa near Malibu Beach over four days. En route, the pair passed through Santa Monica.