by AnnSheybani | Nov 27, 2012 | Betrayal, divorce, expectations, General Petraeus, husband, infidelity, marriage, mistakes, risk, Self-Esteem
Before we begin I would like to you to take a look at three pictures. 1. General Petraeus 2. Mrs. Petraeus 3. The Girlfriend Need I say more? OK, maybe just a little. We fool ourselves by believing that our spouses should love us no matter what. That they should...
by AnnSheybani | Jun 21, 2012 | Authenticity, choosing a mate, Confidence, dating, divorce, Dr. Gayle Hall, goals, identity, Interview, marriage, mistakes, reinvention, Self-Esteem, Starting Over
Dr. Gayle Hall is a cute chick in sassy heels and perfect makeup. She’s also a life coach, author, mentor, and professor. But she wasn’t always someone who had it all together. Skinny, scrawny, red-headed, and freckle-faced as a little girl, Gayle spent grade...
by AnnSheybani | Apr 11, 2012 | Boundaries, Chicken Back Syndrom, Confidence, connection, Courage, divorce, expectations, extreem dependency, identity, life transitions, limiting beliefs, mistakes, parenting, reinvention, risk, Self love
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...
by AnnSheybani | Feb 28, 2012 | adventure, choosing a mate, Cultural Issues, dating, divorce, expectations, husband, identity, Iran, love, marriage, match profile, Match.com, mistakes, Muslim, Self-Esteem
I used to think that women, like me, were guilty of being non-selective when it came to choosing a mate. That any warm body that paid us a little attention could end up walking us down the aisle. But lately I’ve been noticing that men–particularly young...
by AnnSheybani | Feb 12, 2012 | efficiency, mistakes, mountain climbing, Richard Bausch, Writing
My mother used to complain whenever I trotted up to my bedroom without taking the items she’d left for me on the stairs. She’d complain again if I came back down without bringing the trash can she’d asked for, or the jacket I needed for school. Two...
