This past week was really a moment in my life that I won’t forget!

As a girl I grew up listening to stories about life in NYC as if it were a charmed land full of my people! My grandmother told tales of bakeries and deli’s loaded with Italian treats. Growing up in Ohio and with few Italians in our tiny town, we would look forward to our summer trips to Cleveland’s Little Italy for the feast celebrations. Of course, Cleveland’s Little Italy wasn’t but a block or two big, but the fact that the streets smelled like home and the folks looked like could be cousins offered a cushion that was needed—one that said, “Hey, this is where you belong.”
I didn’t just long for NYC because of the Italians there, but also because of the other colorful folks that roamed the streets. In my mind’s imagination Greenwich Village was a place where poets and artists covered the curbs, liberal and free in their thinking. This was a place I longed to live. In truth I saw NYC as a place where I could be in balance: Traditional Italian/Irish kid and Creative Artist…PERFECT!
Soon enough I made it to NYC, falling in love hard and fast. I got completely caught up in the speed at which this city vibrates. I fell for the hustle of it all and soon found myself hustling to keep up with it. I was working three jobs and hanging out every night with my friends. I had dreams when I got there–I was going to be a successful artist.
But like most girls, I landed in the land of “Just Something to Look At.” I lost my ability to focus on my art and instead allowed my character to run the show. This character is all caught up in the outside image that she presents…fashion, make-up, hair, jewelry, parties, restaurants, celebrities.
“Just Something to Look At” doesn’t talk – well, not about anything other than superficial things. “Just Something to Look At” is way OK with being a Trophy.
When I was a kid, I’d never seen myself as something to look at. I was skinny, lanky, large featured, topped off with a HUGE SASSY mouth that had NO interest in keeping opinions at bay for the sake of popularity.
Something changed at 21 years of age. Suddenly the waif look was in, full lips were cool and strong features were part of the “ethnic” thing. “Hi I’m Just Something to Look At” grabbed the wheel and away we went…morphing into someone I’d never been.
I guess she served me; it was easy not needing to talk or, for the most part, even think!
But life is tricky for Trophies, and when you don’t talk you can end up in some wack situations. For certain I was caught up in a world that had NOTHING to do with my childhood fantasies of what NYC would be. You’ll have to read my first book for the full scoop….
Anyways, I moved to LA, thinking one day I would return and finish up what I started in New York! LA took me many places: Israel, Mexico, Marriage and Motherhood.
One afternoon a good friend from Oberlin was hanging out with me and asked about my writing, I gave her a run down on all the reasons “I Can’t It’s Hard and You Don’t Understand.”
All she said was, “Your writing will never be a priority for your husband and your daughter, only you can make it one.” Hmmmm…
I heard her.
This week after years of keeping at it and squeezing moments of writing in whenever I could, I flew to NYC with Lee and met with a literary agent (a slammin’ one I might add). Two hours later I’d made a plan and a deal, and I’m completely and totally excited that all this is happening!
As we were leaving and the agent shared with me her list of clients, including PULITZER PRIZE winners. I wondered if she really knew who I was? Did she really read my stuff? Ha,ha..I had to control myself from yelling at Lee, “Hey, come on! Quit talking and let’s run before she changes her mind! Ha, ha…
As we walked home to our hotel, I felt as if I’d just picked up my Google maps directions to my next stop. I was once again walking in two worlds – one as an insecure girl guided by “Just Something To Look At” and now a confident woman with something to say.
Upon arriving in our swanky – groovy hotel room, I put my Gucci Bag down, removed my shoes and jumped up and down on the bed – I did it!
Here we go!!!!
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