Funk, groove, and why the guy in front of me on line at Target now thinks I want to kiss him until we’re naked.
It has been a long, long time since I’ve eaten drunken pizza at 3 AM with a table full of
In celebration of International Women’s Week, and with kudos to my best friend, who reminded me this weekend of the
The Enchantress waits patiently under layers of numbered dyes to to let fly her fabulousness. We need only let her.
When it comes to love and an older man, age is merely a digit.