I liked jerks. No, I loved them, but now, looking back, I realize it wasn’t just that. For the most part, every man who failed to call me was capable of calling someone else, and at a certain point, I had to face the fact that it wasn’t just them, it was me. I begged for men to be unaccountable. I allowed them to be untrustworthy. And I expected them to leave. Read more … Keep reading »
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I was sickeningly shocked when I heard about Michele Kalina, the Pennsylvania woman who killed four of her newborn babies after getting pregnant as a result of a series of extramarital affairs.
But the question on everyone’s lips seems to be: How did she manage to hide all of those pregnancies?! Even from the people closest to her? Wouldn’t her husband — or her daughter — notice as her stomach grew and grew? How in the world, they keep asking, does a woman hide a pregnancy?
Kelly Valen, author of The Twisted Sisterhood, has a bone to pick with women, particularly with the mob mentality that can evolve when a group of girls gets together.
She, like so many females, had a Bad Sorority Experience back in the day. A really bad one, in fact: After she lost her virginity to a fraternity pledge in what was then known as a “ledge party” — i.e., an unbeknownst-to-her public deflowering with all of his frat brothers looking on — her sisters turned against her, eventually blackballing her from the sorority house.
Decades later she ran into one of those same “sisters” at a Pet Smart one day, and was surprised to find her former sorority nemesis chasing her through the cat food aisle — “Kelly! Kelly! Is that you!?” — acting as if none of it had ever happened. Read more … Keep reading »
If it’s stupid and embarrassing, I’ve done some version of it on a date … and have had to do some pretty impressive damage control to make up for it.
From cartwheeling over a restaurant chair like I was in the “American Gladiators” atlasphere to accidentally saying unflattering things about Hunt’s ketchup (honestly, how could I have possibly known her father worked at Hunt’s parent company, agribusiness giant ConAgra?), I’m an ace at figuring out how to thoroughly embarrass myself. Read more … Keep reading »
I pulled the curtain back from the living room window in my small adobe home and stared at the dirt road winding down the little hill into Los Molinos. In the three years I’d been married to Verlan, this was the longest he’d ever been away. How many times in the past four months had I stood here, pretending his silver pickup was on that road headed back to me? Dust would billow high as he drew closer and entered the colony. He would stop at Lucy’s place first, like he always did. He would unload mountains of supplies into the shed and tell the family there hello. Then he’d stop at three more wives’ homes. Just before coming to see me, he would go to Lillie’s house. Read more … Keep reading »
Shanae Hall is like that wise friend you have who cuts through all your whining and obsessing to tell you exactly what you’d been avoiding telling yourself.
Not only is she an ex-NFL wife (of the Falcons’ Corey Hall), she’s also the co-author of the book Why Do I Have to Think Like a Man?, a book about dating, spoiled guys and our responsibilities as women in relationships. We were lucky enough to spend a few minutes picking Shanae’s brain … and, of course, we asked her about Favregate. Read more … Keep reading »
My mom always said that there are three kinds of friends in this world: friends for a reason, friends for a season or friends for life. (My mom loves rhyming advice.)
Lately, in the age of 500-plus Facebook friends, it’s a question everyone seems to be asking: Is real friendship dying? Which relationships really matter? And is it better to have one BFF — or an army of acquaintances? Read more … Keep reading »
Do you prefer sex in a tent, somewhere on the Serengeti? Or would you rather have the carnal equivalent of Your Couch and must-see TV?
In a new CNN report, noted sexpert Ian Kerner broke sexual compatibility into two simple categories: either you’re a “comfort creature” or you’re a “thrill seeker,” and this holds nothing less than the secret to mating bliss. Read more … Keep reading »