IN WHICH THIS ANGRY BIRD REFUSES TO BE KANDY KRUSHED.
This Fourth of July, as ever, we celebrate our independence from Britain.
However, every day is Independence Day for me. That’s because I live free from dependency on the opinions of others, the social strictures of society which don’t resonate with me, “rules” — spoken or un — which besides making no sense to me, represent nothing more than a straitjacket to who I am. READ MORE
I'm a gorgeous goddess of a certain age who transformed from shot to hot, a feminist playa refusing to go into the sunset without a Mojito in one hand and a hunka hunka burnin' love in the other! Because sixty IS the new forty or even thirty I will not be dying with my boots on, but with my Jimmy Choo stilettos, thank you very much. I, a sexually liberated woman, stand defiantly against ageism and sexism, adamantly asserting not only is it possible to maintain and even enhance our sexual allure as we ripen, we women have the same right as men to vibrant vitality and romance at any age.