Who Put the ‘Tude in Gratitude?

During my first few years of college, I worked at a record store, an art supply store and later a book store. I listened to Throwing Muses on the bus, painted expressionistic portraits of friends and wrote poetry in coffee shops while smoking cigarettes. I wore red lipstick and black eyeliner. My hair was wild and... Continue Reading →

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Raise Your Hands If You’re Desperate!

Just typing the word desperate makes me feel uneasy. It's a word I am wholly uncomfortable with because I do not identify myself that way. I'm capable, self-sufficient and charming. Who would want to identify themselves as feeling anything like desperation? (Just ask Teri Hatcher or Eva Longoria.) But yet, we all hold a kernel... Continue Reading →

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