Upper East Side kid. Loved Vogue more than Sesame Street. Got a Mass Media degree but never used it the way my professors hoped.

Moved south for a dream job with handbag designer Lana Marks. Learned that in Palm Beach, pearls are armor and networking is a contact sport.

Quit fashion. Tried domestic life. Turns out even with a Lilly Pulitzer dress and a smile, I wasn’t cut out for PTA politics.

Joined a knitwear empire. Styled royals, socialites and one very intimidating heiress. Poured my heart into a business that wasn’t mine and paid for it–emotionally and financially.  Lost a marriage and a few illusions, but gained a spine of steel. Met Alan a defense attorney with a soft heart and a messy office.

The Madoff scandal hit, luxury buyers disappeared and I found myself selling aspiration in a town that suddenly couldn’t afford it. Reinvented again—this time with grit instead of glamour.

After a 7 year courtship I married Alan, helped him rebuild his firm, freed a wrongfully accused man named Bam and accidentally ended up in Miami’s hip-hop scene. Not on my five-year plan.

Got married, discovered my husband was more “pauper than prince” and decided that independence looked way better on me than diamonds.

Wrote Once Upon a Time in Palm Beach, my debut memoir about money, identity and what “worth it” really means. These days I read novels, mentor young creatives, host dinner parties with heart, craft party favors and divide my time between Palm Beach and Miami —where I finally feel at home in my own story.