Hydra, Greece
When my best friend, Lindsay, announced she and her beau would be tying the knot, the pressure I felt as maid of honor was immense. Exciting, of course, but immense – especially when it came to a bachelorette party.
When my best friend, Lindsay, announced she and her beau would be tying the knot, the pressure I felt as maid of honor was immense. Exciting, of course, but immense – especially when it came to a bachelorette party.
You know when you meet someone and you just like them? Like, like them in your guts. That’s what happened when I met Roslayn Rojmar while in Austin, Texas for the ATX festival with my Suits castmates a couple months ago.
‘What are you?’ A question I get asked every week of my life, often every day. ‘Well,’ I say, as I begin the verbal dance I know all too well.
I am 33 years old today. And I am happy. And I say that so plainly because, well…it takes time. To be happy. To figure out how to be kind to yourself. To not just choose that happiness, but to feel it.
I was eleven years old when the LA riots broke out in ’92 – littering my hometown with fires and looting, with curfews and recklessness. I happened to be at school when the mayhem began, keeping me and my classmates on lockdown until it was safe for our parents to pick us up.
If you live in LA, then you know Pilates Platinum (where actresses, Victoria Secret models, and every mom and friend in the neighborhood trains). There are four locations and they are owned and operated by one of my best friends, Heather Dorak.
While my hair off-camera is generally pulled into a low bun or tousled and flipped from side to side (a frenetic and self-conscious tick I adopted for moments I feel anxious, the onscreen Rachel Zane hair is something that leaves little room for insecurity.
A few years ago, my friend, Genevieve, sent me a card: “Be the change you wish to see in the world.” A Gandhi quote. A simple “hey friend” correspondence via my beloved snail mail – pen to paper, stamped, sealed, and sent with love.
José Micard Teixeira, a Portugese author and life coach, penned these profound words.
My beloved Daniel Martin – the man who dolls me up like no other, and paints the faces of everyone from Jessica Alba to Emmy Rossum.