When It Comes To Happiness, Worry About Your Own

"Comparison is the thief of joy." When friends (especially women) get together, they talk about people.  It’s not always in a gossipy way – although, yes, that happens – but sometimes in just a casual or factual style.“Did you see Jessica got engaged?”“Looks like the Smiths are having a busy summer; they’ve been traveling like crazy.”...more


Taming the Green-Eyed Bitch

I’ve never been a particularly jealous girlfriend but I am a very jealous writer. When I see someone promoting a piece on Facebook or Twitter, I feel something a little bitter and slithery churn in me: "Not fair," I think in my whiniest adolescent voice. My better self might know that it has nothing to do with fair, but that better self doesn’t always get a say.Now raise your hand if any of the following scenarios churn something ugly in you: ...more
Brilliant article! I feel you, especially the flight-of-stairs bit...more

Gossip: The Other Green Eyed Monster

 “What you don't see with your eyes, don't witness with your mouth.” -Jewish Proverb ...more

31 Days, 32 Revelations: Green-Eyed Bandits

Series Introduction...more
Thank you for reading, patriciaappelquist. I appreciate all of your support immensely.more

Flaws & All: How to Survive Being Imperfect in a Seemingly Perfect World

“There’s something ugly about the flawless." —Dennis Lehane<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>...more

Jealousy Does Not Become You

I’ve spent a good part of this evening talking about the fact some of my long-standing male friends have recently gotten into relationships and how some of their girlfriends have felt moved to voice concerns about those guy’s friendships with me. They apparently perceive me to be some kind of a threat....more

When Women Rally Women

Bitches be trippin'. Yes, I did catagorize this under Spirituality, and it's about time we stand up from our pews, and look at the reality we are creating as women of this world....more

The "Other" Best Friend

+Always When+

The man jabbed at his oatmeal before he took a bite, certain he’d recognize poison if he saw it.  From time to time he used his binoculars to note his wife’s progress out in the yard. While he ate, he scratched on the notepad next to his bowl: church, filling station, library, home. He ripped the paper from the spiral and tucked it into his breast pocket, rose from the table and deposited his bowl in the sink, ran water to fill it. He returned to the picture window for one last property inspection....more