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How to Have Self-Esteem: It’s All About Love
Life can be unclear, muddied, filled with unknowns. When challenges hit, your sense of direction is thwarted by uncertainty; it feels personal, like life is picking a fight with you … and it’s winning. You’re left nursing a raw vulnerability that leads down the dark...
Date Training
Sometimes, we get down on ourselves and think – for whatever reasons – others may not find us attractive. Attractiveness isn't about your clothing size or your hair. It's how you carry yourself. A sense of believing in who you are, knowing that you are special and...
An Ode to Girlfriends
It’s frightening to imagine the sort of mother I’d be, the romantic relationships I’d have (or still be in), and what ill-fitting, out-of-fashion clothes and badly-colored, permed hair I’d flaunt … were it not for my girlfriends. Certainly, I wouldn’t know childhood...
What I’m Up To: A Blog Hop
Today’s post is just for fun, really. It’s a way to let you know what I’m up to while introducing you to other wonderful writers and creative types through a “Blog Hop.” You can read more about five different wonderful creatives (three of which asked me the following...
Sensual at Any Size
You don’t have to be a size 8, have a big ass and large breasts, a small waist, wildly swing your hips, and show copious amounts of cleavage to entice a man. I’m not saying those things aren’t sexy. Of course they are; but there’s much more to what makes a woman...
A Love Called Devotion
Love is a choice, he said. You decide to love someone and stick with it. It’s simple: Be loyal and commit. Make it work. I get loyalty. I get commitment. Though it takes a long time to reel me in enough to capture mine, once I’m there … I’m there. I’m all in. It’s a...
Being Brave
Sometimes you have to be brave. Get clear about what you really want and say the truth about it. When you acknowledge your true desires, you have to make room for them in your life. That isn’t always easy. In fact, it might hurt. It might mean letting go of something...
On Suicide
She shot herself that March. At 14, whatever pain clawed inside her, my cousin believed hunting it down, releasing it with a bullet from the chamber, was her answer. Our family and her friends were left behind to grieve. We took on her hurt and let it explode in anger...
Be Who You Are
I come from a long line of women who lived life on their own terms, often choosing the unconventional over the conventional. This meant following their hearts, what they truly loved, then with a quiet fierceness, just lived. My grandmothers, great-grandmothers –...
Dating Again
I used to date a lot … before I got married, before there was a child. It was fun. There were interesting guys that I had interesting conversations with. There were even the few dodgy men that were – well – dodgy. Along the way, I learned which characteristics were...
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