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My Carrie Bradshaw Moment – My First Public Reading
I’ve had a lot of Carrie Bradshaw moments over the last few years: walking away from the wrong man at the right time, falling for the wrong man at the right time and an amazing rescue by my Café Girls when I returned home from a disastrous foreign love affair – on Valentine’s Day with…
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Regrets, I’ve had a few…
Many years ago, I stumbled headlong into an intense affair with a handsome but unavailable Swede. I clearly recall walking down Michigan Avenue arguing both sides of the debate with myself, the yes / no of it all. I still hadn’t made up my mind when later that day I bumped into a male friend,…
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Girls’ Nights In — Celebrating Good Times, Good Friends and a Good Book
People often ask me, “Why did you write a book?” If they are friends who know me well, I will often mischievously reply, “I did it for the party.” And there’s a grain of truth to that response. As months go by, there have been more celebrations. Who knew the ancillary benefit to all that…
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The Wings of Desire
Little did I know when I wrote my previous post, Bird in the Hand that my week in Johannesburg would be a real life variation on the same theme: birds. How strange is that? What was Mother Nature trying to tell me? First there was my early morning wake-up call at 6:00 a.m. Somewhere in my…
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Dating – Is it Better to have a Bird in the Hand?
I’ve been thinking a lot about old sayings –you know – the ones we use to help us make decisions. For example, “A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.” I used to think that made sense until experience proved me wrong. It’s always better to keep both hands open. Not too…
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The Best Night of my Life – Prove It!
When I mention to people that my book launch was the best night of my life, reactions vary from agreement to doubt. It’s interestingto note that only the men appear to doubt my claim. I find this puzzling because, given the differences between the sexes; I would have thought men would just get it. So…
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The Best Night of my Life
Everything was ready, and well in advance. I had booked the caterer, selected the menu, purchased an assortment of wines (sparkling, red, white) picked the mood music, Pink Martini, and organized a surprise salsa lesson for my 45 guests. I had found the perfect dress – red of course. And the shoes? We’ll they’re the same…
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