It’s Swimsuitphobia Season!
A floss bikini in a celebrity style column sent me straight back to the mustard yellow pageant humiliation of 1983. My relationship with swimsuits has always been complicated.
Reverse Body Dysmorphia
Every time I pass the staff bathroom mirror I think — is that really what other people see? On growing up told my worth was my appearance, and what that costs.
Sex Sex Sex – a MasterClass in Getting None
I don't for one second feel like I am living vicariously through my friends. I just feel bad that I can't reciprocate in the sex story telling, unless I revisit my ancient sexual history. How long has it been?
Grab Your Emotional Baggage – It’s Time for a Guilt Trip!
My son asked why I don't cook at home anymore. I had three hypotheses: post-divorce rebellion, depression, or all of the above. Pack your emotional baggage it's time for a guilt trip. Let's go!
Angry As I Wanna Be
My mother told me I had no right to be angry at the ex. She's wrong. On why anger after divorce is valid, necessary, and nobody else's to manage.
