It was the 70’s. Playboy and Penthouse were ubiquitous on suburban coffee tables, at least in the households where I babysat. My parents, in keeping with the make-love-not-war attitude of…
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I received a wonderful comment a few weeks back, and now I’d love to take the time to respond properly. You’ve shared that you met Walt on Match. So, please…
Once upon a time I was an aimless girl who twisted herself into a little pretzel to win over a man. He was a decent man, with his own complexes…
My friend, L, is the most “normal” woman I have ever met. She doesn’t cart around emotional baggage. Not even a change purse-full. Her decisions have always seemed so… sensible….
