It shouldn’t surprise anyone to learn that yours truly was born in a hurricane. And I’ve spent the last 50 years, intentionally or otherwise, corroborating it wasn't a mere coincidence. So it seemed appropriate to honor my 50th birthday with a quick history lesson. The storm that would eventually become Hurricane Agnes made landfall in... Continue Reading →
I vividly remember the last time I heard my biological father's voice. It was May, 1998 and I was weeks from graduating law school. I had just come home from class when my then fiancé said that my dad had called. I grabbed the phone to return his call, excited to share my upcoming graduation... Continue Reading →
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 →
As I flew home at the ass crack of dawn hungover (or maybe still slightly drunk) after a quick business trip to Kansas City last month, I fought back tears as lyrics to a Dave Matthew's song I'd heard countless times before suddenly committed treason on my unsuspecting heart. I'm really not sure what it... 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 →
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