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Our greatest joys and greatest sorrows often arrive in the context of our...
Our greatest joys and greatest sorrows often arrive in the context of our close relationships. When we look back over our lives, we remember the people we loved and our intimate times with them, as well as the losses, the conflicts, and those who drifted away.
In my book The Power of Women, I show you how women can harness their tremendous mental and interpersonal strengths to fortify their relationships and enrich their lives. Let me illustrate how one woman, Kirsten, overcame a threat to her marriage and her quality of life.
Like many couples nowadays, Kirsten and Greg found themselves … Read More
Belle de Jour is really... a scientist with a PhD? Hey, Spiderman was really a photojournalist.
The jig is up. Belle de Jour, the former prostitute behind the popular column "Diary of a London Call Girl" and TV series "Secret Diary of a Call Girl" is really British research scientist Dr. Brooke Magnanti, 34. Dr. Magnanti gave the oldest reason for turning to the oldest profession -- to pay for her PhD. Lemondrop: Text Message Analysis Leads to PhD
She came forward now allegedly out of fear that an ex-boyfriend might out her. Not even her literary agent knew who she really was.
"It was time. I've felt so much guardedness and paranoia about remaining anonymous recently," … Read More
Does the fact that we ask the question mean we still have a long way to go?
When I was asked to write an essay about my relationship in honor of Martin Luther King Jr. Day, I accepted immediately. I've been in an interracial relationship with my fiancé Fred for two and a half years (and dated a bevy of men from different cultures and races before that), and I was raised by my parents to believe in Martin Luther King Jr's philosophy: All men are created equal. So who better than me to write on this topic? But after staring at a blank document on my computer screen for over 2 hours, I wondered why I … Read More
Nicole Cohen didn't realize how much her life would change by marrying wealthy.
I live in a famous building on Fifth Avenue owned by a certain publicity loving billionaire with a bad pompadour. One year ago, I had no health insurance and lived with my parents in Brooklyn. What happened?
It's simple, really: I fell in love with a man who is out of my age—and tax—bracket. Some people would call me a trophy wife. At times, I, too, have wondered if that's what I've become.
When I met David at a party of a mutual friend, I was a 21-year-old Jewish girl with a freshly minted Ivy League degree in philosophy, … Read More
