Celebrating Being a Woman.
I’m sitting here listening to the sounds of my husband giving his mini-me a bath—our daughter. I often “joke” that looking at her must be like looking into a mirror for him. It’s a...
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Grateful heart, I roar. Infant muse, I roar. Humbled flesh, I bow. I cling to the reckless anger that I deserve to own this space; to inhabit this pre-birth giddiness and joy, regardless of...
In this day and age the word lady arguably has many definitions. Let’s put it this way, if you’re someone who complains, privately much less publicly, that women want to be independent yet have...
Call her a pampered-princess type—you’d be right. She knows her worth and value and she demands that her lover does too. (Lesson one.) You know, let’s just cut to the chase and dive in. How...