Although Nora Ephron titled an essay “I Hate My Purse,” in fact she didn’t – she’d actually found the perfect one: a blue-and-yellow-vinyl MetroCard tote...

I started seeing “Eric” after a string of unsuccessful relationships with men who didn’t listen to me and didn’t seem to care about what...

Recently, I bought my mom—a lifelong vegetable avoider—a juicer. “Now you can drink your veggies!” I offered while pouring us both a cocktail of...

First, let me say how grateful I am, as a freelance writer, to be given any assignment at all. But having to pore over...

You will get wet,” warns the instructor— four little words that strike fear into my cowardly heart. I’m on a beach in Monterey Bay,...

When I was 17, my friend seduced my boyfriend, Victor, with her charm and her L’Air du Temps. Inspired by the power of perfume,...

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