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Tag Archives: God
Advice to Rush Limbaugh
I have ironic timing. I write this article establishing myself as an Ortho Tri-Cyclen popping single woman in the same week that Rush Limbaugh has to go and call Sandra Fluke a slut. Oh hell. I usually stay away from … Continue reading
Posted in Advice of the Solicited and Un Kind, Featured
Tagged Advice, Boys, Brain Juice, Gag Me With a Spoon, God, Sex
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No Year’s Resolution
At the end of a long December, there’s one phrase I hear every year as the clock strike’s midnight: “May this one be better than the last.” This New Year’s Eve, I looked around the crowded room (um – am … Continue reading
Posted in Advice of the Solicited and Un Kind, Featured, Hope Chest
Tagged Advice, Brain Juice, Bright REd Lipstick, God, photo shoots, Sexy, Train Wreck
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On The Edge
I have this sinking feeling that there are great and wonderful and paralyzingly terrifying successes in store for me…..either that, or I’ve got a stomach bug Continue reading
Posted in Hope Chest
Tagged Advice, Brain Juice, Branford Patch, God, Love and Other Such Nonsense, Posing, Soul, Train Wreck, Writing
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Rolling Like Stones
Some of my friends consider running a race like this a religious or spiritual experience. Continue reading
Where I Am – 2/8/2011
Why not seek a spiritual companion, rather than sit in the corner of a coffee shop, nose in a book of NYT Crosswords, and wait for Mr. Tall/Dark/Handsome to hand me a triple-shot white chocolate Americano and ask permission to engage me in stimulating conversation about life, love, God and truth? Continue reading
In The Beginning
1. I am not America’s Next Top Model. Some days, I can’t find my hairbrush. So I go without brushing my hair. This was one of those days. Continue reading