Guest post by Pauline Daley-Parril Valentine’s Day hashtags are proliferating on Twitter. That means one thing: #valentinesdayiscoming. For single women, the 14th of February is tough enough when it’s #nodate and #aloneagain. But for married women, Valentine’s Day is a #minefield #forgetaboutit #norosesforyousister #fml. For women in general, Valentine’s Day is like trying on a new bikini:
If you’ve read this blog for any length of time, I’m sure you could have guessed this one. I was still writing and editing “My Letter to Fear: Essays on Life, Love and the Search for Prince Charming” through 2013, so the notion of it actually being published and available to readers in early 2014
Thanks to this blog, I’ve been exposed to a wide range of new authors – new in the sense that they are publishing their debuts books and new in the sense that they were new to me. I’ve been lucky enough to read everything from mystery to historical drama to travel books in the last
I’m sitting by my bookshelf clearing out things I’ll never read again as part of yet another purge of my apartment. I have a Pulkina in my hand– a Russian practical grammar book. I haven’t so much as thought about this book in 18 years. Dust particles are tickling my nose as I crack the
I am in dating “no man’s land” (literally and figuratively). I’m too young for OurTime.com and too old for speed/stir dating in Los Angeles (which apparently has a cut-off of 42). It’s something they don’t warn you about—but I am here to tell you that it exists. It might actually be illegal for you to