I’ve been quiet lately, on my blog. I couldn’t write what I REALLY want to write. It might just cause spontaneous combustion of people’s eyes. My “Lifetime Movie” life.But then…there was a moment. Monday of this week.A solidary, single moment. A second, really.Of clarity.It all melted away. The angst. The worry. The anger. The anything.I got it.I GET it....more
Lately, I have been in a dry spell. This dating is really just a drag. Nevermind online dating too.. half of those people make up things that are not true about themselves. ( been there and done that) Then when I do meet someone, they are either one married or two playing games. Now in my fourties it seems even harder. Am I overthinking or looking in the wrong area. Why bother looking? I just will not give up. I still believe there is someone out there for me. For all I have been through, I deserve someone to share the remainder of my life with, doesn't everyone?...more
In spite of the intense displays of life-long passion our media tells us we should find in our partnerships, the human “pair-bond” has actually meant different things at different times throughout human history....more
Is there anything wrong with marrying for money? Few women I know will admit to it, but after meeting their mate, I can't help wondering if they think anyone is fooled. For example, does anyone think that Anna Nicole Smith, a model for Guess and Playboy magazine married 89-year-old oil tycoon J. Howard Marshall II for love?...more
Dear Mouthy Housewives,My otherwise wonderful husband recently started doing something very annoying. For no apparent reason, he started giving me fashion advice! I'm a stay-at-home mom. My wardrobe consists mostly of jeans and yoga pants. He keeps suggesting skirts and dresses. It makes me uncomfortable. I'm an adult and know what I like to wear, but he insists.Do you think there's something else going on with him? How do I get him to stop? He's driving me crazy.Signed,Casual Mom...more
It all began with a friendship, as great relationships do.
My then friend, Miguel, was newly divorced and I was married...to someone else. What?! Yeah. Miguel and I worked together, he in the mail room and I, an Assistant (Secretary). He was dating and I was pregnant with Alex. My feet swelled, I was tired, worried I would lose Alex, because I'd lost my baby the year before. I don't talk about that often.
Lines have been drawn, the symbolic moral high road taken, and the demands for social acceptance...um... demanded in the latest showdown between Christians and homosexuals in the War on Marriage/ Battle for Marriage Equality. (It all depends on which side of the fence you're on. But everyone seems to agree that they are engaged in combat of some sort.)...more
On March 31, 2010, I decided to follow my unorthodox mind instead of my spirit within, my intuition, to relocate for love. My ex and I decided to become engaged after four months of knowing one another and got married within six months. As I look back at this, neither one of us was thinking about this major decision. At first, I was excited to relocate to Chicago to finally be united with the “temporary love of my life” but slowly but surely the thrill was gone before the inked dried on the marriage certification....more
I love my engagement ring to death. I love the story of where it comes from, how Hunter went about designing it, the sad but "everything happens for a reason" part of the story, all of it. Since I am such a die hard costume jewelry wearer on the daily, Hunter loves that he is the one to find a piece of good jewelry I will wear every day. Which is rather impressive, seeing as I have a beautiful collection of real goods from the span of my almost 29 years on this planet....more
Yes, I know, I gave you two endings. I just wanted to know which one you like or are they just the same? It’s been a rough few weeks, and it is time to pick up my spirit. You see Mr. Hollywood took back the car, leaving me with nothing but my brother’s old piece of a car to sell toys out of.Now I’m off to the spa. See what happened was…Nikki, a dear old friend from out of town, blew in and insisted that we head off for a day at the spa. I told her everything about Mr. Hollywood, how we met, the trip to California and how he threatens me with a lawsuit if I said anything....more