That’s what it will say. The tattoo I will never get. I think about it, perhaps more often than someone who will never get a tattoo should. I cannot even commit to a menu item at a restaurant (I’ll have the pasta. No, wait the pizza. No, wait, the pasta….
Oh how I love coming home from work to a phone call from the fraud department. “Mrs. Martell, spending thousands of dollars on your credit is very unlike you. We are thinking these charges to France and to Lebanon and to online jewellery stores are fraudulent.” “Of course, bank, don’t…
Ethan Aaron was going to be the name of my first-born son. I told my now-husband this piece of information way too early in our relationship. But I felt it important to let him know that this was non-negotiable; it was simply going to be. I allowed him, however, some input…
