An Open Relationship
Who are we beyond labels of relationship?
Who are we beyond labels of relationship?
He said, “Would you slap me if I asked you to spend the night with me?” I said, “No.”He looked positively thrilled as he squeaked, “Are you sure?” (Perhaps he assumed I was saying yes to the implied question when I said no to the direct one….does that make sense?…
SNC ‘accidently’ drops a photograph. We all coo over the chubby, grinning baby in the pic and then I look up and say “It doesn’t look like you at all!” Then we get into a discussion of how we looked as babies. NB: When I was a kid, I had…
I thought I had written everything I could think of, about women and men. Well, perhaps not. I don’t write all that much about relationships. And that’s the whole goddamn can of worms, isn’t it? Well..a new direction for this blog perhaps. I was in conversation with a blogger…those delightful…
I navigated heartbreak & healing when I revisited sites of old pain. A nostalgia trip helped me explore the map of my traumatic memories & brought me closure.
Most of us started our careers in search of a big pay package. We zeroed in on the boom industries, targetted the top-tier companies and tailored our resumes accordingly. We rehearsed our replies to interview questions, altered our attitudes and lifestyles and ourselves to land that ‘perfect job’. And the…
I examine Elizabeth Bennet (of Pride & Prejudice) & Scarlett O’Hara (of Gone with the wind)’s different paths through powerful womanhood.
I created the image above. Doesn’t it look sketchy? And odd…since such signs are usually black-on-yellow and not green-and-black-on-blue? Moreover, the lady is wearing spiky heels and wielding a shovel. Oh well, that’s why I’m saying….Caution ahead, Women at work! I’m going to be a hypocrite and talk about…
Discover the wisdom in coping with ordinary life through Erma Bombeck’s perspective in ‘Aunt Erma’s cope book’. Passion overrated, average undervalued.
My jeans are too tight for me to breathe. I’ve put on weight. *Groan*. Why, why, WHY should it matter? I am not fat. I’ve never been fat. I am not going to be fat. And if I do, will it matter? Yes, it damn well will. To my vanity….