Chicken Backs

When did we women decide that everyone else should come first? Who proclaimed it our job to guarantee the pleasure of others and settle for whatever crumbs fell off their plates? I like to call this the Chicken Back Syndrome. Preparing a chicken dinner, encouraging...

An Emancipation Proclamation

Some people are late bloomers. Take Flo Stahl, for instance.  She didn’t begin to value herself until the ripe old age of 65.  Now a vibrant, sexy 80-year-old, Flo is grateful for the opportunity to have evolved. Twice married, twice divorced, Flo gives herself a D+...

Burn The Nest

Attending my high school reunion, I was reminded, once again, that very few people, like Walt and I, seem to want to celebrate the start of the upcoming era. The era of Absolute Freedom. The Glorious Advent of Second Adulthood. We have to remind ourselves, Walt and I,...
Cinderella Was a Codependent

Cinderella Was a Codependent

When I was in first grade, I wanted more than anything to be Cinderella. I found the picture book character, one I’d come across in the school library, the embodiment of glamour. From her sparkling full-length yellow dress, to her pair of smashing, see-through pumps;...

The Female Escape Route

“You know,” my boyfriend said one night over a lovely dinner. “Once my contract’s up at NIH, I should really start thinking about going home to Iran.” He said this casually, as if offering up a random observation, not dropping a ticking time bomb square in my lap....