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A Work in Progress

Sonja can't believe Aviva would accuse Ramona of bringing her down.

Pamela Morgan of Flirting With Flavors and I have been friends for over two decades, and I've used her catering many times. She is a very good friend of Ramona's and also a friend of Lu's so of course I was very happy to be invited by Ramona to join in on the festivities and to get my "flirt" on, have good wine, delicious food and enjoy good friends. BTW check out Pamela's cooking school

What else does one want to do after a hard day at work when deciding to not stay home and rest, take a bubble bath and read a book? Chill with friends. . you all heard I'm not with an artist anymore. . .

I came a little late because when possible, I put my daughter to bed first, before I go out. We always have dinner together 6 pm with the babysitter, interns, family, or visitors staying with us from out of town, and the violin teacher or playdate when we have them!

Hence, the extra pounds folks! When I am busy with all our charities, Sonja In The City parties, and vacations it's impossible to get to the gym, and to cut back because I like to live life and be in the moment, so I partake. It's a high class problem and I choose YES rather than judge and stand on the sidelines. I like to bound with people and laugh. I'm not complaining just explaining.

Oh gawd. What's with the bubble in my hair from my headband? Both Millsaps and Tyler approved that. I better take more brain pills and use the rear view mirror. I tend to avoid it so I don't see my ever growing backside during the winter months! I like to try new fashion and to dress for the occasion. I adore characters like Hello Dolly and Cher, so what's wrong with a headband or the occasional wig?? Say LIZA!!!

Why Lu wants to bring up A-diva after the way she treated Ramona and furthermore, myself I don't know? And. . .she still has an air of defending A-diva which irked me to the tenth degree.

I was still peeved that she threw Ramona under the bus by not admitting that she too said she did not want Reid at the house, and that it was unfair since she didn't have Jacques and Ramona didn't have Mario. This is a normal discussion for girls on vacation to have when having a ball and feeling an eminent change coming to it. I playfully said to Lu you ask him to leave if he comes to stay in the house instead of the hotel as discussed, why does Ramona always have to do the dirty work: meaning everything everyone else is afraid to do or say. Again just having fun teasing two girls I know very well who know. I have no malice, but know them well enough to say that -- because we are FRIENDS. Therefore we are intimate enough to giggle about this in private. This was not to be shared with our new friend A-Diva, and certainly not in a way that says just one of us said it.

Carole is acting too judgmental for a bohemian hippie that lives downtown dating a rockstar who lives in LA, tours most the year, and is in a relationship where they each sleep with other people. Nothing wrong it. Just saying, to say I was drinking too much while staying in a private home on vacation when I came home after dinner, "my fren" is just a little bit hypocritical! We know what rockstars do! Nothing wrong with it, just sayin. . .

Then the first thing Carole does when she gets back to the city (while she is sober) is state that her plan is to get inebriated and then she proceeds to in a public bar with a worthy partner who I would choose myself, Heather, enacts plan, and stumbles out into the public. Nothing wrong with that except would have been great to share a little bit of that with us in St. Barth's after Russ was available, and Aviva arrived. Carole was a blast at Le Ti St. Barths. That was out latest night and we were all home I'm guessing by 12:30 or 1 am. Even Lu wasn't far behind. So I don't know what partying Carole is saying there was too much of or why it was wrong. We had wine with lunch and dinner, and then went home.

I don't know what happened to the Aviva I first met, but she is relentless and she will not stop. Ramona continues to apologize and she does not accept. I have made it clear I have no interest and she further insults me. Good way to mend fences?!?

She will not apologize for the names she calls others and she takes glee in it during her interviews. I did not insult or embarrass Aviva. Yet she continues to insult me after I agree to meet her all the way downtown to clear the air at least. I see very soon she did not want to clear the air, or really care, or have the capacity.

I think Aviva is jealous of my happiness. Regardless of the setbacks I have experienced since the surprise of my separation during a happy marriage and then resulting divorce commencing nearly seven years ago I continue to know what's important in my life.

I have a full life with a loving family, a thriving daughter, friends who support and care for me fiercely, including Ramona, for decades and a team of professionals and interns who are there for me no matter how hard it is and how painful it can be to share. They continue to, as I arc upwards because they know from my history and feel currently my stretch and respect me. They know that they will succeed by association. Successful people surround themselves with successful people. I take offense when people say Ramona is taking me down. She is one of the most successful people you will ever meet. She has a wonderful family, friends, businesses, independence, just as I have and we both had when we met decades ago. No one can take who we are from us!!! Those who watched last season perhaps remember my White Swan Burlesque performance. I wrote it. I meant it. And its still true.

Friends support other because they want to help society in a ripple effect. It's not all about ME.

I am a work in progress. The work I do progresses me.

I used this quote in my blog very early this season but I would like to share it again:

"I would say that the thrust of my life has been initially about getting free, and then realizing that my freedom is not independent of everyone else then I am arriving at that circle where one works on oneself as a gift to other people so that one doesn't create more suffering. I help people as a work on myself and I work on myself to help people." -- Ram Dass

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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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