We Women. As Glue For The Family.

That Was What A Best Friend Did: Hold Up A Mirror And Show You Your Heart.

It's Not A Date. I Bought My Own Drink And I Didn't Shave My Legs.

Whenever I Write About Motherhood - And I Write About It A Lot - I Am Drawing On My Experiences As A Mother And Also My Experiences As A Daughter.

He Is A Man, And He Is Afraid. This Is Not A Good Combination.

And Before You Barrel Through Some Idiotic Cosmo Girl List Of How-well-do-you-know-your-man Questions, Let Me Say That I Don't Know Squat About Him Except That He Kisses Like A God And Screws Like A Devil.