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I’m a disgruntled Metro-North commuter by morning, real estate journalist by day, insomniac by night, and cancer butt-kicker for life.

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Happy 2014!

Wow, I haven’t posted here in a long time. What better day to come back than New Year’s Day?

It certainly was an exciting year, and plenty happened since my last entry of June 9. While in contract for the short sale, we found another house we liked a block away, and bought it while still in contract for the other.  We closed on the house July 18, and less than 18 hours later on July 19 (which also happened to be Lexcie’s 34th birthday), we marched over to Ossining Town Hall and got eloped!


That day, a Metro-North train also derailed on our new home line (The Hudson Line), and we wound up driving into work. Since we eloped, we hadn’t taken time off of work, and both went in. On the way in, I called both my mom and boss and told them I got eloped. Mom was shocked, and of course, owning a bridal shop, asked me what I wore. The dress above was the only one in my wardrobe that doesn’t wrinkle, and since we didn’t have much at the house yet, that’s what I wore! It took us so long to get to Manhattan with traffic, by the time we drove in, parked, and got to our respective offices, my co-workers had set up a part with cake, champagne, and flowers. I was pleasantly surprised!

Apparently I’m quite talented at pouring champagne towers.

The house has been quite an adventure so far. It’s an 1884 Victorian and has a lot of little quirks, which we liked. It’s a never-ending project though! Right now, we’ve been without heat since the end of October, and it’s been quite the hassle trying to find someone who will covert us from oil to gas within a decent price range or is responsive. We’re hopefully getting somewhere, though. I’ll be chronicling all of my adventures soon on HouseByTheHudson.com.

A month later, I was finally told by my oncologist—after 8 years—that I could finally be called the “c” word. “Cured,” that is, which is huge.

There were plenty of other highlights, so 2013 will be hard to beat. I’m looking forward to what 2014 might bring!

I’m not making any resolutions this year, because I’ll probably break them all, but I leave you with my favorite proverb: Fear less, hope more; Eat less, chew more; Whine less, breathe more; Talk less, say more; Love more, and all good things will be yours.



Generation Why?

Today, my friend Alshawn said, “Everyone says that people born in the ’80s and ’70s have better common sense than today’s generation, and I’m here to tell you that’s utter bullshit. We just didn’t have YouTube and Facebook to permanently memorialize our stupidity.”

Amen. These kids are in for a rude awakening the day they discovered their future employers—or even future children—have Googled them and found these “memorials.”

I wonder what I would have found on my parents had there been YouTube and Facebook in the ’50s and ’60s?

Respecting The Reporter’s Inbox

After spending yet another maddening evening cleaning up my e-mail, I realized that many of the messages clogging my inbox stemmed from oversize attachments, press releases completely unrelated to my beat, and back-and-forth banter that could have been avoided with one phone call. As a journalist, I find that at least 75 percent of my e-mails are related to public relations.

Below are seven simple steps to streamline our communication, respect my inbox, and make both of our jobs easier. Read the rest of the article I wrote at Ragan.com »


Got the ride the pace car three laps around the NASCAR track in Charlotte yesterday at around 100 m.p.h. (after signing a relase form, of course). At some points, it just felt like driving on the Garden State Parkway. Quite fun!