It’s 8:30am on Sunday morning. I’m climbing the stairs to the third floor at the Greenwich Avenue Equinox and feel like mixing up my cardio tunes, so I move the dial to ‘play radio’ on my IPOD and Michael McDonald starts to serenade me. “Just leave all the madness in yesterday. You’re holdin’ the key. …

“What do you do?” I asked. “I do nothing,” responded Eyal. “Nothing?” “Well that’s not entirely true. I eat, I sleep, I surf, I breathe.” Aah…life is so easy for Eyal, what a character. Eyal and I have been spending a lot of time together lately because well he really is a character, in the …

“Good morning!” I said to Rosario, my doorman, as I stepped off the elevator. “Jennifer! How are you doing this morning?” he asked, before opening the large glass door to a dark January day. “Just waitin’ on that snow!” I responded with a big smile. That’s been my line nearly every morning since Thanksgiving, and …

It is a nearly impossible way to live…to claim my role in this life as a writer and then not want to talk about my writing. Well, let me clarify…not want to talk about whatever current creation is stirring to life or coming into focus. I’ve realized that a life of creativity, more particularly a …