I’m Not Your Other Woman

Being the other woman is bullshit. It’s bullshit because you’re better than that and you never even asked for it. But isn’t that how it always goes? Some dateship, courtship, relationship with a guy who you didn’t really see having anything, minding your own business and then he approaches you with his testosterone blah-blah-bullshit and …

My Mother, My Mentor

I absolutely adore my mother. Growing up, minus a heavy spat or two here and there, she was my best friend. I could tell her anything, and I did. From issues dealing with my other friends, when I lost my virginity, to what to do about a guy who was lame in the bed, I …