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Me, I walk along and feel quietly defensive, a recluse in the Land of We. That's quite the loaded word, 'we.'
American companies spend more than $200 billion each year hacking women's bodies into bits and pieces, urging comparisons between self and other... →
I saw my parents as model grown-ups, and their manner, their silence, informed my sense of what adulthood looked and felt like. Grown-ups behaved... →
These are big trade-offs for a simple piece of cake - add five hundred calories, subtract well-being, allure, and self-esteem - and the feelings... →
Tiny slices, no frosting, forty-five minutes on the StairMaster: These are the conditions, variations on a theme of vigilance and self-restraint that... →
I've always been drawn to solitude, felt a kind of luxurious relief in its self-generated pace and rhythms.
Cottage cheese is one of our culture's most visible symbols of self-denial; marketed honestly, it would appear in dairy cases with warning... →
Happy and alone, you say? Reclusive and merry? How oxymoronic! Pas possible! Alas, the concept is lost on so many.
The hard things in life, the things you really learn from, happen with a clear mind.
You'll reach into your wallet to brandish a photograph of a new puppy, and a friend will say, 'Oh, no - not pictures.'
Mastery over the body - its impulses, its needs, its size - is paramount; to lose control is to risk beauty, and to risk beauty is to risk... →
Why do I find the fantasy - husband, family, kids - exhausting instead of alluring? Is there something wrong with me? Do I have a life?
Census figures be damned: If you choose to be alone, you're destined to spend a certain amount of time wondering why.
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