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It’s come to my attention that May is Melanoma Awareness Month and being that I have been recently diagnosed with Melanoma (on my ear lobe), I thought it’s as good of a time as any to tell you about my recent spray tan experience. But before you go and get all worried, it’s stage 0 Melanoma in situ which means it’s non-invasive and unlikely to spread. I’ve chosen to wait till after my daughter’s…

Last Sunday my plan was to have a lazy day of hibernation which meant lighting a fire, binge watching TV, and reading a book. But before I hunkered down I wanted to go for my daily walk and to the car wash to get the filth off from the recent snow. I didn’t plan on leaving any specific time- whenever I finished my coffee and crossword puzzle. This particular morning I didn’t put on any make-up…

I very recently hurt my knee. It happened so recently that most of you don’t even know about it. Now, I’ve had issues with this knee before, but minor. After sitting for long periods of time it would “act up” but nothing I couldn’t walk off. It would usually feel better in a matter of minutes. But this time it’s taking days and days.  Here’s how it happened…  The sun was finally shining after 4…

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I originally wanted to name my blog “You Can’t Make This Stuff Up” because stuff like this only happens to me. But now lucky Owen is along for the ride too. You may have seen the pictures on Facebook from our recent vacation to Upstate NY then on to Niagra Falls, Canada. We started the trip in a quaint small town called Cazenovia. Owen was participating in a triathlon nearby. He had participated…

Exactly ten years ago I wrote my very first blog “The Countdown to 50” and to celebrate the anniversary I thought I would write “The Countdown to 60.” But before I put pen to paper I re-read the first one to remind myself of what I said. (The link is below if you’re interested, if not keep scrolling to continue) https://3lastnamesblog.com/2012/05/28/the-countdown-to-50/   So, The Countdown to…

The Montage Episode My latest blog-- a short but sweet read!

I remember being given a key to the studio by Jacqui, Om Tara’s loved and respected founder. It felt like one of the single greatest achievements of my life. When I started there I had never taken a  single yoga class and now I’m one of the teachers— with my own key!

  I use the key to enter the studio. Today I’m not there to teach a class or take a class. I’m there to say farewell.

  The first…

My yoga teaching training graduation was just the day before and I was still basking in the afterglow. Looking down at my Henna adorned hand, I wished it could be there forever and never fade away. I was feeling good about myself and the hard work I put in these past eight months. It was well worth it. I didn’t just learn about yoga, I learned about myself— and today was the first official day of…

Only My Hairdresser Knows for Sure

You might recognize my title from the famous Clairol slogan. It implied that Clairol’s hair color was so natural looking that only your hairdresser knew it was dyed. However, in my case, my hairdresser knows way more than that! It could be my Real Housewives tagline! I’ve known my hairdresser Rose since my days at McKenna Jr. High. Well, I didn’t actually “know” her, I knew “of her”. She was the…

MLS is the Match.com for Real Estate

    Over the years I’ve come up with some interesting parables. I particularly like my “finding a mate is like shopping for shoes” and “August feels like one long Sunday”. But while selling my house, a new comparison dawned on me- Multiple Listing Services (MLS) is the Match.com for Real Estate. This goes for any of the real estate websites- Trulia, Zillow, etc.… It’s so obvious, I’m surprised no…

Demos and I were heading upstate to spend a peaceful weekend at his beautiful house set on 25 secluded acres in the woods of Brown Mountain in the town of Gilboa. Before we left, Demos called a friend “up there” to make sure the roads were passable, after all, we were just coming out of one of the worst winters in history. As we were approaching his “gated community” (please do not envision some…

My boyfriend hunts. This is quite extraordinary considering we met in yoga and I can’t think of anything more un-yoga like than hunting. However once I got past all the Bambi parables, I was able to accept it and have even learned quite a bit about the hunting “culture”.

I used to think hunting was just grabbing your rifle and heading for the woods. No, no, no! Hunting is actually a sport with…

The True Meaning of Ordained

I am a Jewish minster.  I know what you’re thinking.  A  Jewish minister is an oxymoron like jumbo shrimp and sugarless candy. But I am not a contradiction. One of the definitions of minister is “a person serving as an agent for another by carrying out specified orders or functions”. I will be doing just that when I officiate my friend’s wedding. It was a long and arduous on-line process to…

This was written for my mother’s unveiling on the first anniversary of her death. It was meant for family and close friends but it received such a  positive response that I decided to add it to my blogs…..

One Year Later

  Hi Mommy. I know you watch over…