Cast Blog: #RHONY

This Is Life

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

This Is Life

Heather explains the power of a good assistant and why she's not inviting Ramona to London.

A talking intervention? I think a Gossip Girls intervention may be more in line. LOL! I definitely get it! I talk a lot! We all have our moments and its silly stuff.

I am proud and blessed to have an amazing assistant who helps me navigate an extremely hectic schedule and thanks to Shawna, I am able to keep a lot of balls in the air.

She manages my calendar, scheduling appointments, changing appointments, and yes, confirming appointments. And she does a hell of a good job at it. For a writer, this time Carole wasn't very observant of the written word -- because in Shawna's confirmation message, she introduced herself at the beginning, and her title, Executive Assistant to Heather Thomson, is clearly written in the signature of her emails. If I don't include Shawna on my calendar, I end up double booked, and it messes things all up.

It was actually funny, to see that moment, knowing all too well who at that table does not go into an office daily, or work at all, who has several nannies, and who has hired assistants/interns since that lunch. . .not to mention what they have those assistants doing. Hee hee hee. But, as my mom always says, don't judge another until you've walked a mile in their shoes.

After Ramona apologized to me about her reaction to my dad, I invited her for drinks to see if she was sincere? I thought inviting her to drinks would be a sort peace offering if you will.

If she is sincere, it may be an opportunity for a fresh start, and I am open to it. We all have issues. This is life. But in life it's about the quid pro quo, the give and take. Sharing is a way of learning about others and that what we do best as women. With Ramona, I find it's just all about Ramona, and that's okay too. But instead of trying to turn things around, Ramona comes in loaded with ammunition against me. After her intimate lunch with the girls, Ramona has to start in. . .

First, she accuses me of not getting back to her. Moments later, she acknowledges I've responded twice saying I will get back to her. Who can keep up with it!? I was stuck trying to recall the info in my mind (which was an exchange that went on over the course of one week BTW), and I am looking at her in disbelief -- that she would stir the pot again and over nothing! I had just gotten a new Blackberry that day so I could not figure out how to search for the exchange, but ya know what? Who cares? It is not worth it. Note to self: Be sure to tell Shawna to forget about trying to reschedule my original plans. No way am I going to her award ceremony.

I don't hold anything against Ramona, she is just not my cup of tea. I will continue to be friendly and cordial, and we have mutual friends, but it would be disingenuous to invite her on a trip overseas since, as you all can see, we just don't groove. I think in fact, everyone might enjoy a respite from the Ramona-coaster.

I am ready for your advice so keep those tweets and emails coming I love reading your feedback.

And, of course you can learn more about me and my shapewear business at,, Facebook, and Twitter!

Thanks for watching! See you next week!
xx. 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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