Those of you who have the "pleasure" of following me on Snapchat know that one of the unofficial perks of my job is that I'm frequently wined and dined and otherwise spoiled rotten both locally and while traveling for business. I'm routinely invited for meals at restaurants where I'd have to wash dishes for weeks... Continue Reading →
Every Christmas season before this one, getting a tree home and standing was a task I thought needed assistance, be it from an (ex) husband, my dad or a male friend. And, often begrudgingly, I asked for that help. But not this year. This year my girls and I went alone, picked out the perfect... Continue Reading →
I was having lunch a few months ago with a good friend/co-worker (female) and two former colleagues-turned-friends (male) when a curious thing happened. None of us had previously been part of a cloister or lived particularly sheltered lives - we were trial lawyers after all. But despite the collective decades of debaucherous experience sitting around... Continue Reading →
When we last left our (mad) social scientist (A little Genghis Kahn: my love/hate relationship with the Alpha Male (Part 1), she had just given Rooster what she thought were his walking papers from the Operation Alpha test group. Thanks to some very poor taking a hint skills, we rejoin our favorite heroine (hey, I write... Continue Reading →
It’s taken me the better part of two decades to fully appreciate this about myself, but the simple fact is I’m attracted to aggressive, confident, successful men. Sure, intelligence, looks, height and (ahem) other sizes are all important. But if I’ve learned anything from the graveyard of exes I’m still digging, the personality traits of the... Continue Reading →
I know “they” say that smell is the strongest of the senses tied to memory. Well “they” have clearly never studied my brain waves while listening to The Verve’s “Bitter Sweet Symphony.” It’s been over three years since I last spoke with him (we’ll call him Devyn), and this was Devyn’s favorite song. And every... Continue Reading →
As a young girl, I remember my mother repeatedly telling me I didn’t need a man in my life. Not to depend on one for anything; to learn to be independent, to choose a career that would allow me to take care of myself financially. It was a recurrent theme for years, and in large part... Continue Reading →
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