I’ve never been the recipient of the heart crushing “Dear John”, but I can say that I was the unfortunate messenger years ago. It was Singleton times. I had finished my retail shift and was unlocking the apartment door. I looked down and noticed a...
I’m feeling the strong rays already. Sun rays, because the Arizona summer is creeping in. And sunny, because I’m only days away from starting a romance with my newest man, Mr. 1955. He’s a special one and makes me feel bright and happy inside. When...
At it’s best, single was a leggy foursome. Head to toe in knockout outfits. Hair flying perfection in the wind. A crowded 5th Avenue faded away, and the standout, synchronized strut was the only thing to notice. Yes, “Sex in the City” put the power...
