By mistake
There are a lot of Rachel Edd(e)ys out there, including a fiddler, a clinical trainee, and an actor/singer/writer/comedian. If you’re looking for one of them, you can moonwalk away without a word. No hard feelings.
You’re a snooping ex
As you feared, I’m doing great, still look young, and have a ton of money.
You read something I wrote
My book, Running of the Bride, came out in 2012 and is a bit cringy at this point but whatever. It sold well enough that I got a launch party at Barnes & Noble on Fifth Avenue but not well enough that I own a yacht. Or you read one of my articles in The New York Times, Newsday, Chicago Tribune, Philadelphia Inquirer, St. Petersburg Times, or another newspaper or magazine. I’m writing a television show now. You’ll probably like it. At least, you’ll say you do if we meet under pleasant circumstances because—let’s face it—we’re trying to have a society here.
We real-life or fake-life connected through non-profit fundraising
If someone has asked you for philanthropic support over the past 20 years, and you’re sure it’s not that one weird uncle who always talks politics at Thanksgiving, it might have been me. LinkedIn here. My profile is accurate save for the insinuation that I do my hair on the regular.
My kids
Grayson is a child actor, Thea was the 2023 New York State second grade handwriting champion, and Macie will charm you out of all you own and all you might own in the future.
A connection to Fire Island, where I live year-round
It’s a dreamy little beach town with very few cars and lots of freedom. In the winter, there are more deer than people and, during flood season, it’s not uncommon to see household items floating down the street. My faves so far: a mattress and a loofah.