I used to get the back-home gossip from my mother. In the olden days, when “Men in Black …
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Sometimes we don’t show enough appreciation for the fellas around here. While they drive us batty—and there’s more …
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The first time I noticed my fingers changing colors was my junior year of high school. It was January …
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He does not want to sleep with me. It’s been three weeks and nothing. Not just nothing—I mean …
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When I was offered the opportunity to be one of “New York’s Most Eligible Bachelorettes” in a major …
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It will never get worse than this. I’m thinking that to myself as I rock back and forth …
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I was 17 years old and sitting in a dimly lit, poorly ventilated doctor’s office next to an …
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I think we can all agree that the internet has made it much, much harder to get over …
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A few years ago, I slept with your husband. Don’t get me wrong. This isn’t some kind of an …