I’d invite Raggedy Ann over for coffee if I could. She would get me. I think we’d be pals.
My Book
Dear Starbucks: I have a confession
Dear Starbucks, I have a confession . . . I’m only into you for one thing.
Boot Camp brings friendship breakthrough
Call me pathetic, but this little crumb of friendship success felt like a breakthrough.
Scaling the Dieter’s Wall
But by the second week of most diets, I want someone to hit me in the head with a frying pan—preferably one that has just fried up a dozen crisp slices of bacon.
