Dirty laundry. Bouts of bitching. Ruffled feathers.
Archives for February 2011
Beautiful Breasts Cause Controversy in Atlanta
Does the man or woman exist who doesn’t think that breasts are beautiful – in the abstract, or in person? You may like them small and perky, or pear-shaped and voluptuous. Perhaps you prefer them natural, or go ga-ga over ecstatically enhanced E’s. Certainly, in the privacy of our homes (or a French beach?), gazing […]
Getting Down to Business
Work ethic is one thing. Never enjoying success is another.
The Truth, And Nothing But The Truth
I’m on record, so to speak – against denial. At least, against the sort of positive denial that keeps men and women in dreadful relationships, or teetering on the edge of making necessary decisions about their future, rather than taking the plunge. That plunge may be in or out – but it’s approached with due […]
Scotland
Flash Fiction: Scotland promises possibilities; the music of a brogue.
Rise and Shine
There was cruelty in the way she did it. And no matter how many times I asked her to stop, she refused. But then, there was cruelty in the way she approached many of those she professed to love, and I still feel the sting of her words, and the burn of her unanticipated rages. […]
Do You Dress the Part?
Dressing the part? If you work from home, does attire matter?
In Vogue
It may not have been the most productive day, or the most organized, or the most relaxed. But yesterday, I did take one hour out for a pleasure I have ignored too long. Vogue. There is something about the heft of the magazine, the glossy surface to its pages, the implausible looks that have been […]
Never on Sunday
Is Sunday your quiet day? Your catch-up day? Your day for domestic duties or family gatherings? Is it a day for rest? Not around here. Sunday comes and I step over teenage bodies – boy bodies – and the count seems to be the same as it was last evening. An excellent sign. All those […]
Therapy
It has been months since I’ve been in a store. For girl stuff. To buy a lipstick. To try on shoes. Therapeutic shopping, if you will. I need to run my fingers through a clothing rack. I need to slip my tootsies into Calvin Klein, Miu Miu, and oooo. . . Jimmy Choo. I need […]