I’m not one to totally freak out over the holidays. Then again, I don’t have five kids to buy for or a ton of relatives coming to my house to eat a meal I planned and executed on my own. And yet, many of you do. This can cause no small amount of stress indeed. […]

I write for Galtime, and I love doing it. But I have to call them on the carpet for this recent post by therapist Jane Greer, “Is Your Career Killing Your Relationship?” Or maybe we just leave Galtime out of it and ask Greer what the hell she was thinking. Why? Because the very notion […]

General Petraeus should not have resigned. In fact, I wish the president had said, “Sorry General, I do not accept. Now, get back to work.” I’m not going to pretend I understand the goings-on of the FBI and the CIA, and the more I read about the Petraeus scandal, the more I realize that a […]

Yes and no. And not the way you think. Can you be involved with someone who lives far away? Yes. Will it work if you attempt to adhere to hard-and-fast rules where you define the success of the relationship by how “true” to each other you can be, by how little you can be invested […]

I’m no stranger to asking out dudes. I’ve done it—slipped my number into someone’s hand, slid a napkin-scribbled note onto a table, approached a man eating alone at a sushi bar, even walked straight up to a very hot guy in some kind of grounds crew and invited him to call me. But I’ll be […]

Jealousy is a beast of a thing. It makes you hate the situation you’re in, the people involved, and yourself. It’s a storm of anger, fear, and self-loathing. And the more you focus on it in an effort to control it, the more out of control it gets. I get jealous. And I’ve discovered something […]

Spontaneity can be a great thing–the impromptu cocktail with a friend, a last-minute jaunt out of town with a guy (or girl) you like a lot. I get it, I love it. It can be fun and thrilling and very romantic. I welcome those rare opportunities, especially when they happen with people you know you […]

A 20ish woman was telling me some of her dating woes–and theories. I love the theories most of all. She had been doing some dating on OKCupid, and had come to the conclusion that the problem with online dating was that “there were too many people on there.” What do you mean too many people? […]

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Failure Is Brutal Even When It's Small. So, Play Big.

I suffered dual blows recently: a minor physical injury, and major blow to my self esteem. And for a while, I wasn't sure which was worse. I pulled a tendon in my foot. Sure, it hurt like a railroad spike to the sole for a few days. I hobbled…

If You're Not a Mother or Wife, You're Not a Woman (or So We're Told)

When Mika Brzezinski told the audience at Arianna Huffington’s Thrive event last spring about the day she was fired from CBS, she described it as devastating. As she packed up her things and walked out, she said to herself, “Damn! I’m…
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Screw Dating. Just Get Married (Yes I Said That)

If you're dating and dating and you hate it and wish you could just get married already, well, maybe you should do that. Exactly that: Get married NOW, and date that person later. I got this nutty idea from Hellen Chen, who has given herself…

Don't Get Mad at Data, Even If It Knows When You Should Be Married

A while back Time magazine announced its Facebook app that tells you when you should be married. It pissed a lot of people off. My question is, if you're mad, why? What the app purports to do is mine your and your friend's Facebook data…

How I Learned to (Literally) Play the Field: Getting Over My Fear of Football

I'm the world's very worst sports fan. Meaning, I'm not a sports fan. I don't follow it, and am so utterly ignorant about the whos and whats of sport it's embarrassing. In fact, it's been a concern of mine since, well, as long as I can remember,…