"MY STROKE IN THE FAST LANE: A JOURNEY TO RECOVERY" to be released this Spring '23

 On the heels of last week's announcement, being named an Ambassador for the American Heart Association, and totally by coincidence, a book that I've been writing for five years will be released this Spring. 

"My Stroke in the Fast Lane: A Journey to Recovery" is a memoir about what it's like to have a stroke and eight weeks later, my son was getting married. Oh, the drama!

More info forthcoming, but wanted to share that the cover is finished!

Who's the new "Ambassador" in town to the American Heart Association?

I am proud to announce that I've been officiated the title "Ambassador" to the American Heart Association. I will be the featured speaker and share my story at an upcoming fundraising benefit at Surf Club on The Sound on Thursday, March 30 . (Details to come!)

As a proud Stroke Survivor, I want to share my story and inspire others. It ties in nicely with my memoir, "My Stroke in the Fast Lane: A Journey to Recovery." Coming this Spring!! 

#My Stroke in the Fast Lane

R.I.P. Raquel Welch

I worked with Raquel Welch when she starred in "Woman of The Year" on Broadway. As she died today, 2/15/23, at the age of 82, I'm posting it again in her memory. 

Bonni Brodnick

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Mayonnaise, Me + Raquel Welch

Beauty and The Condiment

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When you hear the name “Raquel Welch,” you probably think of her in that famously babacious publicity shot.

She’s standing on the beach in a busty, fur bikini. The earth is parting. Mountains are falling. Volcanos are going off all over the place. It’s from the 1966 action thriller “One Million Years BC.”

But when I say “Raquel Welch,” I think of something entirely different. I think of Hellman’s mayonnaise.

What’s the connection? Have a seat, and let me share a story about Beauty and The Condiment.

Raquel Welch was in Manhattan taking over the role played by Lauren Bacall in “Woman of the Year” on Broadway. The bi-coastal entertainment public relations agency I was with assigned me as one of her press agents for the show.

After Ms. Welch landed from LA, we met in my office. We discussed various requests, like the Girl Scouts wanting to imprint her hand in a pie-pan of wet Plaster of Paris for an auction they were having.

We also decided to meet the following day at a tearoom on Park Avenue in the 50s. Ms. Welch and I would review her upcoming media schedule. I needed to be on my game.

But there was one big problem: my hair. It was dry. “A friend” (notice the quotation marks) had told me that using mayonnaise as a conditioner was an excellent solution.

So that evening, after work, I bought a small jar of Hellmann’s.

Photo courtesy Mike Mozart/Flickr

Standing in the shower, I scooped out a glob and massaged it into my scalp. “What a great idea!” I said as I coated my head, making sure to cover every strand of hair. “Who would have ever thought that using a sandwich ingredient would remedy dry hair?”

When I finally finished scrubbing, I held my head under the flow of water. So relaxing!

Yet as much as I tried, the mayonnaise was not coming out.

I shampooed again.

And again.

Finally, I turned the water to cold. Maybe that would break down the oil molecules. It didn’t.

I switched the water from hot to very hot. I could feel my head beginning to blister.

Perhaps mayonnaise as a hair conditioner wasn’t a beauty trick at all. Maybe it was just a big fat trick.

I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my head. Maybe the terry cloth fabric would soak up the mayonnaise? The answer was no.

I gave up and went to sleep.

The next morning, I awoke to an oil-soaked pillowcase, as if someone had been eating salad in my bed.

I looked in the mirror. It looked like someone had poured a bottle of Bertolli Olive Oil over my head. Keep in mind this was the 80s. Big hair and volume were in. Think Farrah Fawcett and Jane Fonda.

Photo: liveabout.com

Everyone (including me) tried to get that perfect, fluffy, flicked-out hairdo. Instead, mine was now hanging in strings.

I got dressed (being careful not to touch my hair to anything) and was out the door. Since I lived on West 58th Street, I could walk to the tearoom. And if I did it fast enough, perhaps the cold air would get caught in my hair and give it some lift.

As I approached Raquel, I tried to muster every ounce of self-confidence. We sipped tea and blabbed. Discussed ideas for a Harper’s Bazaar shoot and a request to do a segment on “The Today Show.” I prayed that she didn’t notice my hair. If she did, she was probably wondering when was the last time I’d washed it.

Her eyes darted around the room, hoping someone would spot her. (Or maybe to distract her from staring at my HEAD.)

This brings us to Beauty Tip #1:

DO NOT USE MAYONNAISE AS A CONDITIONER FOR DRY HAIR. (Especially if you have a meeting with Raquel Welch the next day.) My advice: stick with something that specifically says it will moisturize, nourish and repair dry hair.

Look and look, but you won’t find that on a bottle of mayonnaise.

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Gossip: Blabber-Mouthing Hearsay

A social code to live by

Eugene de Blaas — “The Friendly Gossips”

Lip-flapping, idle prattle, muck-raking, and tittle-tattle. In other words, gossip.

It’s the kind of discourse that creates small-mindedness, and it touches all ages — from children’s whispers in the playground to grown-ups looking askance when you pass them in the supermarket and you thought they were your friend.

I’m still plagued by the fourth-grade memory of “confidentially” telling my best friend Susu that our other friend Annie was a real bitch. It spread to everyone in my Girl Scout troop and beyond. Before I knew it, guess whose mother was the new Girl Scout leader the following fall. Annie’s. Her mother must have heard it because she made it impossible, unattainable actually, to receive any badges I could show off on my sash.

In our household, we try to enforce what we call “The Small Town
Code of Ethics.” We encourage seeking the high road and consider it lowering oneself to speak disparagingly of others. If someone casts for dish, divert the conversation. Also, don’t talk despairingly about people behind their backs. You never know when it might come back to sting you.

“By refusing to provide a receptive ear to gossip or an active mouth to spread it, you’ll diminish its effect on your life and others,”
said Wanda Urbanska, former host of the national PBS
television series, “Simple Living” and co-author of “Moving to a Small Town: A Guidebook to Moving from Urban to Rural America.”

Practice verbal restraint.
Remember, in a small town especially, everyone has a bloodline, either by friendship, business, or of course, family. Everyone and everything is inter-
related.

Here are a few tips to help you live by this small-town code:
Steer clear from vicious gossip. In other words, avoid the grapevine.

If you criticize someone, listeners might think they are next in your line of fire.

If you have blabbermouth tendencies, zip it.

Seek to protect one another’s feelings. Look out for the other guy.

I interviewed renowned football legend Coach Herman Boone, who was portrayed in the film “Remember the Titans.” I loved the way Boone phrased it. “Respect each and every person because that is what binds us all as a community.” He also said:

“Watch your words because they will become your actions.

Watch your actions because they will become your character.

Watch your character because that’s who you are.”

Bonni Brodnick is the author of POUND RIDGE PAST, a contributor to HuffPost, and a former editorial staffer at Condé Nast Glamour and House & Garden. She has written scripts for Children’s Television Workshop, was a weekly newspaper columnist, and editor of two academic mags. Bonni is a member of Pound Ridge Authors Society and has a blog (bonnibrodnick.com). She is also a proud Stroke Survivor.

Read more of my writing:

My Wedding Dress Still Fits (25 Years Later)

Go Figure!

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"Gel Nail Hell" Follow Up: Didn't I tell you not to do it?

 

In my highly acclaimed article, “Escape From Nail Gel Hell: Words From a Former Addict,” (published “In the Age of Empathy,” June 14, 2022), I went into how gel nails are applied and removed. 

Basically, you breathe in your nails from the Dremel polishing off the top layer. Then, to achieve the multi-layers of polish: first layer is applied, followed by the UV light. Second layer is applied, followed by the UV light. You get the idea. It’s done at least five times.

Then, you can wait up to three weeks or so to have those gorgeous nails removed. Cotton pads are soaked in a high-octane potion and secured onto your nails with aluminum foil, like little potatoes at a clam bake.

Now everyone is talking about the dangers of gel nails. In a new study published in January 2023 in the journal “Nature Communications,” they examine how the UV light used in most salons affected the cells of humans and mice. The research suggests that ultraviolet light is like radiation that penetrates the skin more deeply. It has been found to damage the DNA in cells, which increases the risk of early-onset skin cancer.

There’s still not enough data to conclude that it’s time to ban gel manicures for good. “We can’t qualify the risk,” said Chris Adigun, a dermatologist told the New York Times in “Are Gel Manicures Dangerous?” (February 7, 2023). “But the data is mounting that UV radiation emitted by nail lamps could be potentially dangerous.” 

Cigarette, anyone? How about a tanning bed?