I drug (word? appropriate use?) my achy body into hot yoga again this morning in my attempt to break out of my funk that I am blaming in part on the vaccine. That is another story. This is about the cupcakes… So I find my spot next to the mirror…

I Dated a Rockstar and all I got was this Lousy Kombucha Code I am trying really hard to make healthy choices right now. I know I will thank myself. Eventually. I say this on a daily basis. To whomever needs to hear it. Sometimes that whomever is me. Like now. Make healthy decisions despite your desire…

Let’s talk about porn. I have a history with porn. I think we all do to some extent. The longer you have been alive, the longer your history… This is already boring me. I grew up reading the Penthouse Forum. Which was, or possibly still is, a column in Penthouse…

Dear Mr Yummy, It is starting to hurt. I am spiraling. I feel unimportant. Irrelevant. Disposable. You are running. If you are not running, then what exactly is it that you are doing? I wish I knew… Do not misunderstand. I do not actually need to know exactly what you…

“The guy I am dating gave me two tourniquets. One for my car and one for my purse”. “Wait, what? The Secret Service guy?” “No, he is a venture capitalist. I’m not dating the Secret Service guy anymore.” “Wait, what?” “We broke up.” “No, not the Secret Service guy, the…

Backgammon Will I ever reclaim it? I played with a guy I dated a few years ago. The first one after J. We actually played one night until dawn. Without drugs. At least on my part. He was into coke. Which is one of so many reasons it was a…

Do you call him your boyfriend? No. More than one person has asked me this question. Why don’t I call him my boyfriend? Is it because he doesn’t call me his girlfriend? Is it because we haven’t had the conversation? Is that a thing? I cannot recall ever having a…

Don’t forget to pack a pair of nail clippers. This from my friend Butch who apparently knew more about what I was getting myself into than I did. My then fiancé, or maybe we were already married? (I’ll have to look that up), and I were off to Tantra Camp…

When I was younger my mom’s house was a sanctuary for me. I never really felt like I had a home growing up as we lived in my stepfather’s home and it was not a home much less mine and it certainly was not safe. …