Cast Blog: #RHONY

Small Steps

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

Small Steps

Aviva explains why she loves Carole, why she could care less who Harry was with, and what she thought of her first one-on-one with Ramona.

Let me answer a few specific questions first. I was overwhelmed by how many of you blogged or Tweeted needing information about prosthetics. I never would have imagined the need for information and I am humbled to be a voice for the amputee community.

So, for a realistic looking great fitting prosthetic limb, email Amy Winters at A Step Ahead Prosthetics (Info@astepaheadonline.com) or 516-681-3484. My prosthetist is in Hicksville, NY. They are amazing at making comfortable, functional, and realistic looking limbs (arms, legs, whatever ---at this point I wouldn't mind a prosthetic head).

To those who admired the grey jacket I wore in the boat house scene (I know!), it is by Dolce and Gabbana, Fall 2011. My brown Lace dress I wore at Sonja's party was made by Kim Hicks. I ordinarily would leave these kinds of things out, but you asked, so I am telling! Oh and the sweetener I use is Stevia. So we have covered fake limbs, coats, dresses and sweeteners. Now on to more important matters. Gossip and drama!!!

Having dinner with Heather and Jonathan was great for a lot of reasons but mostly because I love being with Reid. He is my best friend and soulmate. He is the rock of our family. We all fight over him and race each other when he comes through the door after work with hugs and kisses. Reid is the most incredible father who dedicates his time to work and his family. I am very lucky and appreciative.

It was nice for us to get to know the Schindlers. Reid and I tend to gravitate towards other couples who have strong marriages and who are good to one another. And the Schindlers seem to be that kind of couple. I brought up my ex-husband (Harry) being in real estate as a point of common interest between us. It might sound salacious on TV that my ex-husband had relationships with some of the women, but frankly when I am sitting next to Reid and I am happy as I can be, I could care less. It is worlds away from where I am now. As long as Harry's and my son, Harrison, is happy, I am happy. Harry has a lovely girlfriend right now named Georgia. She is good to my son in every way. I am thrilled.

As you could probably tell, Carole and I had a blast shopping together. One of the best parts of this show was becoming friends with Carole. Carole is intelligent, funny, and experienced. Nothing shocks Carole, which makes her easy to talk to. Most of all, she is not judgy. Carole has a calm about her and an appreciation for humor. Carole is a real girl's girl and vintage shopping was filled with fun and laughter!

Carole made me feel so pretty when I tried on that leopard jumpsuit. I knew after filming that day that we would be close friends. Not to mention this very weird alternate universe of reality television that we both got ourselves into: talk about an odd set of circumstances to bond women! But clothing shopping, in addition to being a great treat, can be very telling. Is the woman you are shopping with focused only on herself or also on you? Think about that next time you are crammed in a dressing room half-naked with one of your girlfriends. It can all be very uncomfortable if not with the right person. But I found Carole to be incredibly supportive and would shop with her anywhere. I think Carole could have rocked that leopard jumpsuit so much better than me!

My first one-on-one with Ramona was lunch at Fishtail and in retrospect I was a bit overwhelmed by Ramona's theatrics and the darts she threw from the get-go. . .Clearly, Ramona takes some getting used to (Maybe my Stevia sweetener would work on Ramona!).

It felt really odd to be thrown into an argument at what I (naively?) thought would be a nice getting-to-know-you lunch. I was definitely not at ease. Chalk it up to inexperience, or whatever, but this was not my favorite moment. I may have been too cautious (or not cautious enough) in dishing it out. But have no fear, my fellow blogosphere friends: it doesn't take me long. As you will see, I get more comfortable expressing my positions to Ramona in the weeks to follow. I stand up for myself just fine, thank you very much.

One must start off one step at a time. Given my circumstances, I am taking very small steps. . .

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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