No woman ever wants to smell her signature fragrance on another woman. It’s the sensory equivalent of arriving at a party feeling like Jennifer Lawrence at the Oscars only to see somebody wearing the same dress as you. And they got there first. And they are Jennifer Lawrence. Ugh. It’s this quest for originality that’s led to Read More →

From behind, I suppose it could look like I actually am meditating. On the floor of my bedroom I sit, legs crossed, in front of a mirror that leans against the wall. I hate doing my makeup standing up, where I become distracted by the effort it takes to remain upright, fighting the urge to shift Read More →

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