Cast Blog: #RHONY

A Target on My Back

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

A Target on My Back

Heather discusses her problems with Ramona.

Wowza! Well, here we go!!!


Kicking off the season, I was genuinely excited to meet the Sonja's friends at her party, but had no idea what I was about to walk in on. . .

These ladies were still dealing with issues from the past, and we new girls hit the ground running. 

After fussing over the slip that I wore from my line at the party, I decided to invite Ramona (who I had met briefly in the halls of HSN) to come up to my office to see what my brand, Yummie by Heather Thomson (yummielife.com) was all about. Although, we never quite get into the collection! 



Since you didn't get to hear how I started my brand, here is the short version: After the birth of my little guy Jax, (who had a really rough start into this life to say the least), I went to the shapewear department to boost my confidence and whittle my middle. I didn't want people feeling sorry for me. Believing that looking good is feeling good (and the reverse), I wanted to attack the deflated inner tube my very large pregnancy had left around my middle. I was frustrated by the options then available to me, so I took matters into my own hands and created my patented three panel tank that quickly became a feel good, look good solution for women everywhere!

Trying to share this story with Ramona triggered her to go into her experience regarding the forceps delivery she had with the birth of her daughter, Avery. Any woman who has a less than stellar experience at childbirth has my full attention, but it was a little hurtful that Ramona never actually took the time to hear me out. Needless to say, there wasn't much sharing going on in this meeting.



A couple of days before I was expected at Ramona's dinner party, she tagged along to Sonja and my drinks date. My dad had died just a few days before we started filming, and it was a lot, as you can imagine -- lots of change, lots of responsibility with Dad's dealings and, overall, my emotions were definitely on the surface.

Ramona's comforting take on that was that I have "issues," lumping the fact that my son had a liver transplant into my dad’s death, with no warmth or concern and so I figured, why not also take the opportunity to really send her over the edge of real life struggles and share my dear friend Alexandra Elman's story? Like Ramona, Alexandra is in the wine business, but unlike Ramona, Alex lost her vision and ultimately two of her organs to diabetes in her late twenties. I probably don't need to tell you what an inspiration to us mere mortals Alex Elman is! (Go blind wine chick! She is a fabulous and fiercely strong woman who deals with her disabilities head on. This just pushed Ramona over the edge! LOL! Too much reality for Ramona to handle!

Anyway! There is no good time to tell someone who you've just met that you are going through some of life's bumps, but I can tell you the reactions I got were far from caring and supportive. I was incensed, but I figure some good old karma will make up for that!

What I didn't realize is that when I left the bar that night, Ramona had attached a target to my back. At dinner the next evening, I certainly felt the darts from both Ramona and Mario starting to fly but thankfully my shapewear pieces not only slim your line but they deflect haters too! Can you believe they invited me into their home and then attacked me? Ramona and Mario, shame on you!

Well, I am excited the new season has started and I can't wait for everyone to see all of the drama we get into during the upcoming weeks. Stay tuned and stay yummie!

xoxo Heather

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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