Cast Blog: #RHONY

Don't Stop Believin'

Ramona on Her Divorce From Mario

Carole on Elitists and Bitches

Heather Says That's a Wrap

Sonja: Don't Take Yourself Too Seriously

The Countess: Sonja and I Are on the Outs

Aviva Says Bye for Now

Kristen on Surviving Her First Season

LuAnn: For Ramona Ignorance Is Bliss

Who Cares How Carole Wrote Her Book?

Carole on Stupid Things You've Heard on Bravo

Aviva's "Foul Ignorance"

Kristen: Ramona's Out of Touch with Reality

Sonja Is Very Private

Ramona on the Grueling Reunion

LuAnn: Sonja Is Off the Rails

Heather: Et tu Ramona Singer?

Aviva on Kristen's "Gatemouth" Look

Kristen: Sonja Could Be Successful

Sonja's Glad Aviva Threw Her Leg

Carole: Waiter, We're Done

Ramona: Aviva's Leg Scared All of Us

Heather Focuses on What Matters

LuAnn: Sonja Only Has Herself to Blame

What Else Does Aviva Have in That Bag?

Aviva: Leggy Blonde

God Gave me a Great Ass and His Approval

Sonja on Her Harry Situation with LuAnn

Ramona: Where Did the Time Go With Avery?

Heather Tips to Plan a Party for Carole

Aviva Rises Above the Nonsense

Love Kristen Tender

Sonja and Harry Aren't Good for Each Other

Ramona: Mario's Voice Is So Sexy

Aviva Defends Her Asthma

Heather's Sasha Fierce Moment

Nothing Is Too Romantic for Sonja

LuAnn: I Sing When I Feel Like Singing

Kristen: This Show Has Helped My Marriage

Carole: Oh Beautiful for Spacious Skies. . .

Ramona: Just Don't Ask Me to Go Every Year

Don't Stop Believin'

LuAnn explains what she learned this season and why the party with Jacques was so important.

For four years, you’ve watched me go through many changes in my life including the end of my marriage, my children growing up, and the start of my relationship with Jacques. Hopefully you’ve been entertained and have learned something from watching me navigate some of life’s greatest challenges. Every woman deserves to be loved by a terrific man, and I am so lucky and grateful that I met Jacques. In this episode, Jacques and I are celebrating one year of dating, but I was also celebrating my life, my happiness and my belief that wherever life takes us, if we believe in ourselves, everything will turn out better than we could have imagined.

I was completely surprised when Natalie Cole walked through the studio door! When she sang "Money Can’t Buy You Class" to me, I was blown away. When she said she would sing at my party, I was thrilled and then she offered to sing with me. Sometimes dreams do come true and my excitement was apparent.

I think Ramona’s desire to have another baby is being triggered by Avery getting nearer to leaving home for college. Children grow up and go out on their own and life changes for all of us. It’s how we deal with these changes that make us who we are.

I invited Alex and all the ladies to the party because they’ve watched me go through a lot of transition and I wanted them to celebrate my happiness with Jacques. Besides, I don’t like to exclude any of the girls from my parties regardless of where our relationship is at the moment.

Simon came into Alex’s modeling job with an attitude. I can imagine that his presence didn’t make her or the crew’s job any easier. He should be grateful that Alex was getting paid, instead of disrupting her modeling opportunity.

Sometimes people don’t get along regardless of how much they try. For some reason, Cindy irritates Sonja, and Sonja isn’t willing to let Cindy share her feelings. I admire how Cindy sticks up for her assistant, but I can also see Sonja’s point that she didn’t expect Cindy’s assistant to join them for breakfast, nor did she appreciate Cindy holding a conference call during their meal.

Jacques loves Natalie Cole as much as I do, and it was a really special present to give him after all that he’s given me this past year. Singing about love to Jacques surrounded by my family and friends was one of the best moments of my life.

Ramona forgets that the Statue of Liberty means more to me than my ex’s family presenting it to the U.S. on behalf of France; it is a symbol of freedom and hope, which makes it especially fitting for how I felt that night celebrating my relationship with Jacques!

This season was about new beginnings, and I would be lying if I told you that getting back into dating after my divorce was easy. Opening my heart again to love took a lot of courage, even with a sweetheart like Jacques holding the key. I learned that starting over was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. I also learned that my children are resilient and are becoming incredibly talented and sophisticated young adults. What surprised me the most this season was that I could maintain my composure while others descended into chaos around me. Oh, and that camel riding is not for the faint of heart.

Until next season, I wish you well. Remember to try new things and to never stop believing in yourselves! I thank you all for your support, your well wishes and the love you’ve shown me over these four years. Bisous!

To keep up with me during the off-season, you can visit my web page

Carole on Elitists and Bitches

Carole says what she really thinks of Aviva and all of her talk about her book and things being "ghetto."

Dear Fans,

Let me start with something I stole it from Twitter this week. "The most dangerous liars are those who think they are telling the truth."

I'll say it again. The blonde at the end of the right couch, the one who's prone to lobbing limbs and insults, is an Insulting. Bitch. Some of you didn't believe me. Maybe some of you still don't. But after watching the reunion shows I imagine it's harder and harder to cheer for the anti-hero. Just when you think she can't get any faker she does.

The story according to Aviva makes me laugh: We were arguing, she insulted me, I called her a psychopath and that prompted her to affectionately compliment me on my age. Sure. Her disdain for the intelligence of the audience is palpable. It was too stupid for me to even reply. But as I was watching the reunion, and particularly Aviva and the way she treats people, I was reminded of something my Grandma Millie used to say. (I love everything Grandma Millie used to say.) "At 25, you have the face you're born with. At 45 you have the face you deserve."

I'd rather be 50 and me than be 45 and Aviva, any day of the week. She aged worse this season than a president in his first term. Holy short dress, I don't mind at all how I look. Overbite and all. I'll take it.

When I first met Aviva she was lovely. Really lovely. I meant what I said on the couch, I wish we had seen more of that. Her easy laugh and funny neurotic ways. Instead all we saw was a mean and angry woman. All because I asked her if she hired a writer -- a writer she did hire. It makes no sense. Three years ago she told me she'd read my memoir, What Remains. This was a book published in 2006 about my childhood, my family, my career and marriage, and then the death of my husband, Anthony Radziwill. A man I loved more than anyone I had loved before or have loved since. She gushed over my book. She quoted from it. We hugged. She seemed so sincere. Flash forward and she now believes it was written by a ghostwriter. She even knew his name, and it wasn't Truman Capote. It was Bill Whitworth, she told me. She repeated this over and over to anyone who would listen. And it doesn't matter how many times she repeats it -- it will never make it true.

When they stopped listening she started saying in the press and on social media that not only was my book written by someone else but that it was not my place to have written a book about my life, and my marriage. And, as if I didn't remember, she reminded me that I'd written about people who had died. Um, yeah. I know. It was my husband and my family and my closest friend who died. Just. . .wow. But I wasn't important enough to tell my story because my husband's family was famous, or historic or whatever she said. Because they had money and privilege and yachts. Really. Who do I think I am?

I’ll tell you. I’m a girl from upstate New York who grew up in a loving, if sometimes kooky, Italian working class family. I worked for everything I earned, just like my parents did and their parents before them. I have a proud family history of hard work and small but precious rewards that followed. My family won't be in any history books. I didn't grow up privileged. We didn't spend summers in Europe or Christmas in Palm Beach. A day spent at the town pool or playing in the woods behind our house was great. Much like Heather, I was taught strong values and decent manners. I learned to live with integrity and honesty. I'm proud of my upbringing and the woman I became, as was my husband. As is his family to this very day. I've known people who lived in what Aviva would consider the "ghetto" who have more class and decency than she shows.

All this talk about class and ghetto -- you'd think we were living in communist Russia. Here is the thing. This is America. In our country it doesn't matter a lick where you are from, it only matters where you're going. So don’t let anyone tell you that you aren't good enough because you didn’t grow up on Park Avenue or in a family that had some history, or because you enjoy saying mother-f---er now and then. I’ve met people from all walks of life. I spent time in refugee camps in Southeast Asia, and in the projects of Chicago. I've been to State dinners with Presidents. I met the Queen of England on a beach in Anguilla. No one is any more valuable or important than you are. No one is more important than your family and your friends.

Let the elitists go slow into the night.

In spite of the BookGate dust up I had a great time this season. I made wonderful new friends in LuAnn and Kristen and my friendship with Heather is more special and important to me than I could have ever imagined just three years ago. Friends have each other's backs. I love her, madly. And while we didn't always act appropriately, we had a lot of laughs. I hope you did too.

Thank you all for your supportive and funny and brilliant tweets. And while we didn't all agree on everything all of the time I enjoyed your participation in the show. Even the mean tweets about my skinny neck and my overbite were amusing. Like I said, I've stolen some tweets already. You may see others as dialogue in my next book, and yes, you can all say you were my ghostwriters.

As always,

With love, Writer Girl xoxo

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