Relationships
Dear Friends,I’m excited to say that today, you can Pre-Order my book, MAYA BLUE A Memoir of Survival. This day has been a long time coming, and I’m a bit overwhelmed and crying as I write this. Sobbing, actually. I want you to know how much I value and appreciate you. So much so that I’ve dedicated
Last month on Instagram, Stevie Nicks posted a video of herself walking toward the edge of the stage in a
If we’ve had a long-term sex partner and we’re not satisfied in bed, we might be intimidated to ask for
Did you know there are women who will try and steal your husband while you’re fighting breast cancer, struggling with
Recently a woman I’ve known most of my life and I were on the phone, talking about things like bunion
Who else, but your dog, watches you with utter love and devotion while you floss your teeth? Even when I
Two days ago I went to Northside Honda in San Antonio, for an oil change and regular maintenance where I
Yesterday I called a friend whose husband died two months ago after years of numerous and serious medical problems. When
This summer I’ve been traveling a lot, and everywhere I go, I’ve seen 20-something young women who are obsessed with
Everyday I tell Annie she’s the most loved little dog in the world, and I would do anything to keep
On the day we take our marriage vows it never occurs to us that another woman—with whom our husband promised
I had something else planned for today’s blog until I got stuck for a minute… okay it was 20 seconds,
Last week a girlfriend told me about a group in San Antonio that’s looking for female mentors to help young
Good, bad or outrageous, my life has been about as normal as picking blueberries on Mars. After reading my blog
Good friends are like portals to the past and the hands that help move us into the future. In the
Instead of children I’ve always had dogs, sometimes three at a time. They’re my family. Annie and Lulu were eight
We’ve all gotten songs stuck in our heads that play over and over until we want to go screaming into
Sometimes I’ll rewatch a film I’ve matured into like Alan J. Pakula’s 1971, dark thriller, Klute. It’s not that it