My sweet and spunky mom died in January and I’m about to experience my first Valentine’s Day without her. I’ve had moments where I can’t help but wonder why it hurts so much. After all, it’s normal for a parent to go first. It’s the natural order of …
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A friend once said, “One day you won’t feel the need to tell everyone this awful story”. She was so right. I was terribly hurt about 15 years ago, and for a long time afterwards, I wanted to tell my friends, and anyone who would listen, the story. I guess I got …
I was obsessed with the idea of love when I was a little girl. Love was Shaun Cassidy gazing at me with his heart-stopping hazel eyes from the poster on my wall or the beautifully coiffed Andy Gibb serenading me from one of my first-ever 45’s. Love was Christopher Atkins in his tiny Tarzan-like …
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Bummer! I was invited to be on Dr. Drew’s HLN show last night, but since the Mob Wives‘ drama took precedence over the former Governator’s tell-all last night, I’m cozily sitting at home imagining a coffee date with Maria Shriver instead.
Oh, how I wish I could spend just a few minutes with smart, beautiful Maria. I’d love to share a little hard-earned wisdom from one betrayed wife to another.
I’ll never forget that moment. I was standing in my cute, little, suburban kitchen holding my sweet, 4-month-old baby girl with her back against my chest, pudgy little legs dangling in front of me, smiling at her dad, when he looked away from her precious face and into my adoring eyes, mouthing the words, “I have feelings for someone else.”
My heart stopped. What? Wait a minute. We have it all. We’re college sweethearts. We were meant to be together. We have a 30-year mortgage on a split-foyer house, a gently used Volvo station wagon in the driveway, a loyal farm-raised golden retriever, a scrumptious two-year-old little boy and a beautiful baby girl. It’s the American dream.
“What do you mean you have feelings for someone else?”
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