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They sell anti-aging cream to women like us. And Spanx. And glossy checkout line headliners that splay this shock that over 40-something women can still startlingly turn heads — as…
It wasn’t 2 weeks before those 40 days of Lent that he’d turned 40. I’d kissed the old man in the kitchen and his 4 days growth had rubbed me…
It was after the brownies, when I’m dabbing up the calorie crumbs, that she just spills this confession like the folds of some priestly robes. She says she’s damaged him….
So I fell extremely anemic in the fall. Could hardly drag out of bed, felt like jello, looked like a gaunt ghost, and got winded walking from the sink to…
For some ridiculous reason, I keep carrying around green sparkly earrings in my purse. Like I’m hoping someday that I’ll get to wear them — and there just ain’t no…
The morning after Christmas, what I want most is to forget the saran-wraped left over turkey in the fridge and the pine needles tinkling Charlie Brown-like off the mantle, and…
Let’s talk — I’d love for us to get to know each other…
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