A few weeks ago, I shared one of those annoying ambiguous posts with an even more irritating cryptic text underneath.  It’s was a picture of me with a film crew on an elaborate set. “Making Lemonade” was captioned with a delightful lemon emoji. 

I watched as the color drained from my oldest sons face before his head would drop into his hands. It was as if the assault on his mind was too heavy for his neck to bare. He sat there crumbled over, breathless, and shocked. At 12 years-old he was caught between being a scared little boy and brave young adult.

Welcome to my "Second Act".  I'm an on-air television contributor, a mother of three and a passionate advocate for philanthropies.  I'm also a cancer survivor.   Join me as jump back into media and adjust to my new life as a single mom.

My kids were jazzed up to go to a Bar Mitzvah service this morning and I wanted to seize this moment to capture the perfect family photo for Father's Day.

Here's how it rolled…

Life changes in a flash. One minute you can lift them into your arms and the next minute they are towering over you. My three kids are all still living at home, under my roof. Someday their wings will be strong enough to fly on their own and I will stand on this front step waving good-bye. For now, I will find gratitude in this chapter.

TIME TO UPDATE MY BIO - FROM #CANCERSLAYER TO #CANCERSURVIVOR

Max, Although you thought I left you at ski school by yourself... I never left. I hid behind walls and other people so I could make sure you were ok. I watched as you rode up and down the magic carpet all morning long.

When you are diagnosed with a late stage cancer you are given pause to reflect on your life and the things you are most proud. I've had some remarkable experiences, trials, tragedies and great achievements..all stemming from an immeasurable gift.  

Today my husband and I stepped outside to drive to my oncology appointment in NYC... but you made things a tad cumbersome by stealing our two cars.

Max Schwartz (Mosche Mechel Swarc) Feb. 21, 1912- August 2, 1979 from Wyszogrod Poland. Max (Mosche) was the oldest of seven. Max’s family was separated and never reunited; dying in #Auschwitz and other camps. Max was the only survivor from his family.

April 22, 2016 is a BIG day for the Earth, my twin brother and my Jewish friends.  Happy Passover, Happy Earth Day and Happy Birthday Ben! 

#Namaste I'm half way!!!! I hope some people have scheduled their spring cleanse ...ahem... I mean #colonoscopy.

In 2009, 2011 and 2013 I went to the doctor with #coloncancer symptoms and a family history. My doctor ran one blood test and said I was fine. My #heart aches for my kids as they watch me endure #chemo and all the drawbacks of #cancer. #disappointed #couldhavedonebetter.

Up to this reprieve in Aspen I have been sick, weak, and exhausted from chemotherapy and nine infusions lie ahead.  I've been couch bound wondering how Tarik and Christine can remodel a kitchen for $12 and why those "Property Brother's" aren't married. 

Growing up we were known as the " Schwartz family of twins". I was the oldest in the first set of two sets of twins. My Mom is a triplet. Multiples run in our genetics, as does the neurological disorder, Fragile X*. 

I began to put this website together to organize my experiences and begin the next chapter of my career.
As John Lennon says., "Life is what happens to you while you are busy making other plans."