Blog 36 – NEW YORK or BUST…
A couple days AFTER my 20th birthday (Circa 1986), I started dating a guy named Morgan. With a smile that would charm the devil, better than Brad Pitt blue eyes, and 12-pack abs from working...
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After divorcing Mitch, I wasn’t in any hurry to get serious about anyone. But I fell in love again anyway, of course. And this time, what I experienced was awe-inspiring, provocative and ultimately...
View ArticleBlog #48 – I don’t get it…
There are many things I don’t understand, i.e. why the media has been rabidly dissecting the overpriced finery that graced the red carpet at the Golden Globes and the frenemy fire between Madonna and...
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