It’s been a long time since I’ve written a blog. I wish I could say I’ve been busy. I wish I could say it’s because of all the “things”...

This is not a “pity blog”. I’m not looking for calls or messages. I don’t want any cards or shout-outs about how “it could be worse” or...

I have a tough time taking compliments. When people say nice things I never can just say, ‘Thanks”. I always put myself down, or say...

Can I be real with you for a second? Releasing a book is SUPER emotional–especially when you’re as brutally honest as I am. You know I...

I want to help married women stay married. (I kinda think helping married men would be cool, too.) In fact, I’ll help any married person...

I can’t breathe. I can barely talk. I can hardly swallow…. But life must go on. Absolutely everything about being sick just sucks. When I...

This post is short–I’m knee deep in book re-writes and more than a little stressed that my eldest is now driving. But as I’m rewriting my...

Woulda. Coulda. Shoulda. (Pretty good name for a book if I do say so myself!) It pretty much sums up my entire life, actually. Yeah,...

So, I have this tumor. (How’s that for an opening line to a blog post?) I have a tumor. Wow. Well, you know me! I’ve never been one for...

So, last weekend I turned forty-six. Forty-fucking-six years old. (At forty-six I’m surprised I can even remember my age.) Honestly, last...

You swiped right. You buzzed your butt off. You matched with the best of them. And sure, you had some great dates, met a  few nice guys....

The creams. The needles. The pastes. The poking, pinching and picking. The popping, cutting and sucking…all the painful, horrible and...

I’ve had it. I’m done guessing. Stopped trying to figure it out… I decided to go right to the source, Y’all! I asked my closest guy...

Today I was in the shower. You know it’s where I do my best thinking. I thought about when I was single. Not like it was sooo long...

Can’t live with them. Can’t live without them. Men. But we can train them! (I kid…kinda.) Seriously, don’t you think we can just give...

I am supposed to connect. Oh, like with you. Ya know, make a connection. Once or twice a week. Let me explain because even I’m confused...

I was born Jennifer Erika Hurvitz. Then it was Baby Hurvitz. I even answered to Jenny at times. Or Shag, Hurv, Hurvy…or Hurvitz. Then one...

I try to leave. I’ve tried a million times. I break up with him. I say we will never work. He’s not my “type.” I make a list of why we...

I am a mother. I am scared. I am worried. I am angry. And I am entitled to my opinion. I am also educated enough to know that my opinion...

Flowers are nice. Candy is sweet… A card is good if you write in it. Some even buy jewelry. Ahhh the day of heightened expectations; and...