Looking back on the years I spent dancing in strip clubs when I was in my twenties, it is clearly evident to me now that I was not smart or tough enough to be working around the people that I had to be with every day. …

It seemed as though I’d been dancing all my life. My neighbors took dance lessons when we were all five. My mother wouldn’t let me take them because I was skinny and clumsy. So, I would visit the two girls every Saturday afternoon to see what they had learned that…

The curse of modern-day existence assaults me daily. One website or another nagging me for a new password. I can barely remember what I’ve had for breakfast and they want me to use a unique password for every stinking site. I’m not even sure of what ID I’ve used for…

Recently, I was searching an online dating site. Don’t ask me why. I’m happily married. Perhaps I just wanted to see if I was as invisible as I felt. After the first fifteen minutes with a current photo on my profile, twenty or so eager fellows were sending me hearts…

The year was 1995. The place was a small, nondescript town in rural Upstate, New York. The people were uptight, granite-faced, fundamental Baptists with good hearts but no sense of humor whatsoever. Every year for Vacation Bible School, my husband created imaginatively choreographed puppet shows, with himself being the big…

My boyfriend, Jake, and I had just spent the evening discussing our latest dilemma, my pregnancy. He had driven like a maniac to an open diner through two feet of snow because he couldn’t stand being cooped up in my hotel room all night. When we got back to the…

I know a thing or two about breasts, from personal experience. Having been a skinny pre-teen longing for my mother to finally let me wear a real bra, to a fourteen-year-old coming home from Summer camp overflowing my training bra with 36 C breasts. Going from invisible to very visible…

The snow fell steadily as Jake and I drove back to my hotel from Old City, after our beautiful day walking about the landmark ancient town that was decked out in Christmas twinkle and pine. My gullible heart had been captured again by my lying, cheating, bastard of a boyfriend…

It was a fine day for watching migrating birds, so my hubby and I made a trip to our local bird-watching site, Sage Creek promontory. We had bundled up in thick, wooly sweaters and hiking boots for our jaunt. …