My red-haired friend in Seattle emailed me a succinct message before the holidays, the kind that is less than 140 characters and cuts to the core: “Sorry for…
For the past year, I have been dating and indeed been in a full-blown love relationship with a man who is still married. He is, however, separated and…
We are all so concerned about the effects of social media on our children. There are articles that go into detail about the pain and trauma it causes…
I rarely remember my mother happy. She existed on a drip-drip of existential and real-time angst and an inability to let anything go for most of her 58…
It is with sadness that I inform you The Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show Holiday Special has been cancelled. I know, I am gutted too. This one hour of…
I grew up in the deep South, land of cotton fields and family trees that are more stunted bush than towering oak. You introduce yourself to strangers as,…
On Monday mornings, me and a few of the school moms gather at a boutique gym that’s actually for young beautiful people but they let us in because…
I’m having a midlife crisis. People talk a lot about male midlife crises. The sports cars. The buxom bimbos. The gold chain nestled in overflowing grey chest hair.…
It’s a fairly common thing to hear women talk about how much they don’t want to become their mothers. We like to think we’ll be wiser than they…
Before I even finish typing this first sentence, I can already feel the heat begin to emanate from my computer monitor from the blinding, judgy glare of a…