Bad Dates Build Character (Or at Least Give You Good Stories to Tell)

Back in my single days, I dated my share of borderline psychotic unique guys. There was Steve Bill (all names have been changed to protect each yahoo's privacy), who, midway through a movie, stretched his eyelids open with his thumb and index finger and placed his eyeball directly on my bare knee. It wasn't as slimy … Continue reading Bad Dates Build Character (Or at Least Give You Good Stories to Tell)

Be Your Own Kind of Beautiful

I have a confession to make. I've never been completely happy with my appearance. What woman has? (Maybe Tootsie?) "I've never been completely happy" is actually a mild way of putting it. I'm pretty hard on my reflection. It would make my husband crazy. I'd look in the mirror and go, "Ugh, look at this … Continue reading Be Your Own Kind of Beautiful

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