Its a little known fact that I actually am girly. I try to avoid the “girl” stuff, because, well, it enters into that area of life where emotions run rampant and my little black heart simply cannot deal. But, I have to admit, I enjoy the make-up, the clothes, the flutters I get from various songs, and the “chick flick” genre. I’m only human. At least once in a while. Rolling around my brain this week, through an onslaught of songs, several drives in the country, a lot...
In a series of ironic adventures, I was asked to review this book for Dr. Jennifer Ashton, an Ob-Gyn in New Jersey. Ironic, because my last term in school revolved around my own writing of “postpartum” manuals for women, but in a “straight talk” sort of way that really makes my heart sing. If you’ve really been following my blog, you may have noticed that my current (and last) term is about female sexuality (and its evolution in literature and society, as defined in...
