Madonna Havana Good Time!

Madonna's Instagram from Havana

Madonna’s Instagram from Havana

Last week Madonna traveled to Havana, Cuba, with family and friends – to celebrate her 58th birthday. She posted this image on her Instagram – one of many from her trip – wearing white lace accented with red, to match the white and red of this ’57 Chevy. It’s the Madonna I know – looking Like-Her-Virgin self, having a fashion moment for us to enjoy. There is something about this image and this story that really touches me. I love Madonna’s style, I love that her celebration involved dancing on conga lines and on tables – enjoying the music scene with the locals, and I love that she was there with her children and her old friends Debi Mazar and Rosie O’Donnell.

What is it that draws me to it? Is it that I will be celebrating my 58th birthday in a few years? Is it my own Latin roots? Maybe. But I think it has more to do with feeling a part of it. And just seeing Madonna Havana Good Time!

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Meeting my new best friend, Ilene Beckerman

Just two girls dishing (me with Ilene Beckerman)

Just two girls dishing (me with Ilene Beckerman)

Here is what I wore to meet my new best friend, Ilene Beckerman: my most comfortable (ripped) jeans and a long-sleeved tee. Not the most elegant of my outfits, but certainly a favorite. And after all, Ilene Beckerman, author and illustrator of several books, including the runaway hit, Love, Loss, and What I Wore, and now, a playwright, insisted that I stay casual. I listened.

We sat down over coffee and dished about … well, about love, loss and what we wore. Ilene was as charming as I imagined (how could she not be) and entirely warm and generous. I asked her about how and where she got the inspiration to write the book, what happened when she met Nora and Delia Ephron (who picked up the option to the Off-Broadway show), and what she is doing now …

On the inspiration behind Love, Loss, and What I Wore: “I had a story to tell about my life, and this was the best way to be heard. At first, one dress that my mother had made for me came to mind, and then another, and another. I started to draw the dresses, put words to my drawings, and they began to tell the story of my life. At that time, there were no selfies, and no way to instantly record memories. This was my own personal photograph album. I made it to keep alive the memory of my mother, who passed away when I was twelve. Continue reading

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