Luke and Laura. Bruce and Maddie. Kevin and Winnie. Sam and Diane. Ross and Rachel. Buffy and Angel. Carrie and Big. Burt and Ernie. Meridith and McDreamy. Jim and Pam. Sawyer and Kate. What makes us want these TV duos to get together/stay together/get back together more so than we often want anything for ourselves? What is it about them that makes us tune in week after week hoping we will finally catch the moment where the sun, the moon and sweeps-week all align so these pairs become the couples we want them to be? Okay, okay…so these feelings are spoon-fed to us by the legions of writers who carefully…

Where would I be without you? You remind me how to breathe when the world spins out of control. You help me love again when I trust no one else. When life is dark, you remind me that I am not alone. You love me unconditionally even with all my imperfections. You ask for nothing but a little care and attention when I am around but you wait patiently when I prioritize my life over yours. You fill me, you complete me, you make me a better person. The love you have for me is pure. It is illuminating. For all of this, I’ve had to give very little…until today.…

I love shoes. There are so many wonderful ones out there and so little time to wear them all. While I’ve had my share of pedi-candy in the past and definitely enjoy my share now…by no means do I believe I have ever reached a level of obscenity in my shoe obsession. I personally think I’ve only owned a very modest collection. My hope though, is that I can work it out so I’ll actually be able to have any pair of shoes I want, exactly when I want them, and get to a point where it may be thought that I owned a disgusting amount of just too many…

Jimmeny crickets, I’m a strong woman. I own everything I have. I’ve earned everything I own. I also know how to be jaded. And bitter. If you haven’t gotten to see that first hand, you’re missing out on a good show. So how is it that I can still get all giddy…and giggly…and all that shit because of a boy? And a young one at that! It’s much like the time I encountered the cute little bag boy at the Safeway, the one who couldn’t have been more than 16 but who had swagg-ar. Swagger that had him check me out all up and down with no apology, stare me…

Reconnected with my first boyfriend on Facebook recently. This is after we had stopped being friends about a dozen years ago. Hold up. Erase that. This is after I decided he no longer deserved to have me in his life because he took our friendship for granted. About a year ago or so I thought of him. Not because I missed him or felt like I was missing something; it was way more narcissistic than that. It is me we’re talking about here. I thought of him because I wondered where my life was going and how much I had or hadn’t changed/grown/evolved over the last 25 years and he…