I’m keeping my F bombs

I’m keeping my F bombs

A couple of weeks ago I got a note from a reader. It was one of the kindest, most thoughtful notes I’d ever received…but she was writing to tell me why she was unsubscribing from my email list. She said she loved hearing my stories each week, but she just...
Whoah. I’m 40.

Whoah. I’m 40.

As you’re reading this, it’s my 40th birthday. So I am typing this on Wednesday, because on Friday I plan to be deeply asleep on silky hotel sheets, sleeping the luscious sleep of the mother of five on her own for a rare delicious window of solitude and...