Andy Warhol loved shoes. Shaking awake. Scrambling to start: 80 miles to go, highway of stacked heels. Four hours to kill in platform slides, sliding back, into sleep. Home again, home again – words and shoes. Road trip, shoe trip, shoe tripping. Andy Warhol loved shoes. Drawings, paintings, screen prints, diamond dust on […]
Sex and the Single Parent: Too Much Sex or Not Enough?
Sex and the single parent. Is there such a thing as too much? As not enough? As the single mother of teenage sons, what message do I send if my love life is a revolving door? And what message do I send if there are no examples of casual dating, sexual contact, falling in love, […]
Living and Loving with Chronic Pain
If you live with chronic pain, the notion of “good days” and “bad days” is very different from your neighbor’s. It isn’t about missing a deadline at work, or the dry cleaner ruining your favorite suit. It begins with the morning A good day is one in which you can get up and move around […]
Cleavage. Corsets. A Man With Ideas.
Oh… Give me a man with ideas! And I’ll give him my cleavage, my corsets, my dainty feet in elegant heels and seamed stockings… I’ll even, dare I say it… turn the other cheek. Liberty, thy name is woman! And in the name of freedom, let’s celebrate our womanly and manly differences and enjoy the […]
Stilettos in Anchorage. Tequila in Center City. Diets, anywhere.
Stilettos. Tequila. Diets – even the crazy kind. Recession-proof ideas, he said. My friend who has a friend who has a friend, the venture capitalist. “Give me a great recession-proof idea, and I’ll get you the funding.” Was it legit, or was it really just a line about my bottom line? I was to gather […]
Snoring
It strikes fear in the hearts of lovers and newlyweds. Irritation in weary married couples. Arguments from siblings on vacation, forced to share a tiny room. Snoring. No make-up? No worries. Snoring was all I could think about, pondering my first entire night with a new… friend. It wasn’t fear of waking in the morning, […]
It is while blacksmithing that one becomes a blacksmith
“Eet eez while blacksmeeting zat one becomes a blacksmeet,” says the man gazing again at the red stiletto shoes. The beauties I had been saving for a special occasion. Patent, and low cut. Four inch heels. I love wearing them. I love wearing them for him, even more. IMAGE: Catholic school. Patent shoes that reflect, […]