I got my first and my favorite tattoo right after 9/11.
On September 12th I literally couldn’t sit up or get out of bed, lying there paralyzed by grief, anguish and anger. In the days that followed I joined my fellow New Yorkers as we shambled about like dazed sleepwalkers stunned by grief and . . . → Read More: Thanksgiving and My First Tattoo
Writing this is probably a big mistake.
After all, my intent here is to offer advice and inspiration to help women embrace their best selves. But I’ve been uneasy about the title of this blog. I worry that there’s an inference that I’m some sort of Alpha female dispensing wisdom from atop Mt. Got-It-All-Figured-Out. . . . → Read More: Who the Hell Do I Think I Am?
I have a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore.
What should I be for Halloween this year? A sexy vampire, a sexy astronaut, a sexy nurse, a sexy pirate, a sexy carrot – the possibilities are endless.
When I was a little girl, like all children I Imagined who I’d like to be . . . → Read More: Halloween Costumes, Pop Tarts and Candy Porn
There are reasons you feel depressed, but they may not be the ones you think they are. Maybe you’re like me, you get really down sometimes for what seems like no reason, or an incredibly stupid one.
Say you overheard a friend say something mean, and you feel so blue you’re practically suicidal. Maybe . . . → Read More: You’re Wrong About Why You’re Depressed (Probably)
Whilst I have many annoying memories of Mr. Rooney, I have to say, a lot of Andy’s reasons why he values women over 40 ring true:
A woman over forty will never wake you in the middle of the night to ask, “What are you thinking?” She doesn’t care what you think.
If a . . . → Read More: Women Over 40 Rock!
Sure, you can get an MBA, you can read Seth Godin religiously, you can webinar it up til the cows come home, but have you ever considered studying the marketing genius that lives under your very own roof?
I’m talking about your dog.
If you don’t have one, let me introduce you to one . . . → Read More: Your Dog is a Marketing Genius!
I didn’t think I’d ever be married, and I doubt anyone else did either.
First, I am what people generously term, “a character.” (I don’t think I am, but maybe that’s the point.) Also, when you’re pushing fifty, live with 2 dogs and 4 parrots, your chances at finding Mr. Right, or Mr. Anyone, . . . → Read More: I Didn’t Want to Give Up, SO I Gave Up: How I Found My Husband
I’ve written about low self-esteem before; I feel like a bit of an expert, a connoisseur even. I can spot lurking insecurities at 50 paces, which is why I’m always so flabbergasted when anyone says they’re surprised I’m not as confident as I appear.
Anyway, it’s a problem that casts a shadow over one’s . . . → Read More: Low Self-Esteem? Big Whoop.
Sigmund Freud said, “Intelligence will be used in the service of the neurosis.” That is not only depressing, it’s true.
My brain drives me crazy. Literally. With my brain in the driver’s seat I’ve done, said, and perpetuated the nuttiest, most self-destructive stuff. All my life I’ve operated as though I can think myself . . . → Read More: Sleeping With the Enemy