In the midst of a search for a real winter coat--week 2, still no luck--I found a pretty little black dress, on sale no less. It took exactly 60 seconds of should I or shouldn't I before I decided I should. Who was I trying to fool anyway? It's perfect, just revealing enough to be … Continue reading There’s just something about that little black dress
Crazy, Stupid, Love
As I was reading Yashar Ali's Huffington Post article, A Message to Women From a Man: You Are Not "Crazy" I couldn't help but be reminded of my own experience with 'gaslighting.' Once upon a time, not so many years ago, I was in a very dysfunctional, on-and-off, non-relationship. It wasn't always so, the dysfunctional part … Continue reading Crazy, Stupid, Love
All the single ladies… (put on your big girl panties)
A few years ago whenever that song was played every woman jumped on the dance floor. It was not only a celebration of being a woman--second only to Gloria Gaynor's I Will Survive--it was more importantly a celebration of being a single woman.We are the women of today, we're strong, independent and we are just fine … Continue reading All the single ladies… (put on your big girl panties)
Cougars and their prey
Last Saturday night I was in a club in NYC with some friends. I hit the dance floor with one of them and seconds later I felt another hand grab mine. I turned and realized the hand belonged to a good looking guy. We started to dance, he asked my name and shortly thereafter my … Continue reading Cougars and their prey
What’s next? Rogaine?
When I was living in Puerto Rico I became persona non grata in my household. Well, not so much me as my hair. Not the hair on my head, but more specifically the hair that used to be on my head. I am shedding uncontrollably and my hair somehow appears EVERYWHERE. Needless to say, this … Continue reading What’s next? Rogaine?
When tradition is a four-letter word
I had no intention of putting up any holiday decorations this year. Though I've had my apartment since the beginning of August, I still only have what I could carry by myself when I moved in. Most of my other stuff (the little I have) is in storage. So to say my place is bare … Continue reading When tradition is a four-letter word
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