I’ve missed you. How’s life? I hope it’s been one swell sunrise after the next, just like this beauty I caught in Iceland. The past week was chock full of activity, including New York Fashion Week, a major press junket for my day job, a reunion with my nine college roommates (yup, nine), plans to help my parents with a myriad of things, especially their move out of my childhood home (happy new beginning for them, still emotional!), and oh did I mention my crazy demanding movie studio day job? Yeah, well none of it happened because I came down with the flu. For the first time in almost three years it stopped me in my tracks. Nature knows when you need to slow the F down. I’m listening to my body and hope to see a sunrise soon. In the meantime, here’s some link love. Cheers my dears.

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12 hand-written love letters to honor this week of St. Valentine.

Pie, pie, pie! I plan on hitting up Four & Twenty Blackbirds at week’s end to celebrate my birthday.

xx, JBD

I’ve been working on a written project. It takes time. Lots of time. The process is different than blogging. Inventing a much longer form is all about trial and error. I’ve noticed my best writing comes from the same position I utilized in college, as a Political Science major, hatching lengthy research papers. That is, lying on my bed, propped up with a gaggle of pillows, papers strewn around me, door closed, no music, sunlight filtering in. It may sound bizarre, but I am certain stranger things have happened. What I do know is if you don’t get your hands dirty and give it a try, well, you’ll never get to the good stuff, where the sparkle shines. 

P.S. Do you write? Where is your best work created? Is it anything like this? Weird Writing Habits of Writers.

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Each of my three brothers celebrated a birthday last week. All the singing and champagne-ing made me wonder: do our birth dates describe anything about us?  And then I recalled meeting a gentle old soul of a woman in a Chicago nail salon last year…stay with me…as we sat beside one another, getting manicures, we discovered we shared the same birthday. She told me her daughter had bought her a book, The Secret Language of Birthdays, and that I should check it out to see if she and I were really alike. I never did buy the book, but the website is a fun way to learn more about what your special day says about you.

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It is such a gift to have girlfriends who feel more like sisters. Cherish every freaking awesome, hilarious, this-would-only-happen-to-us moment. Happy weekend!