I am Christine Ford.
I am Christine Ford. It's the strange details I remember, even 31 years later. I remember I drove to the party, held at country property owned by the family of two brothers I knew in high school. I remember the weather the…
I am Christine Ford. It's the strange details I remember, even 31 years later. I remember I drove to the party, held at country property owned by the family of two brothers I knew in high school. I remember the weather the…
Dear Readers: As I pondered what to cover in the blog today, I remembered that as a good steward of the Earth, I am compelled to recycle as often as possible, and my duties extend not only to papers and…
Dear Readers: As you will recall, two years ago I was suddenly and quite unexpectedly dragged into a divorce case: my own! I had taken time off from my practice to write a book on divorce titled, "Forget the Drama,…
Darling Readers:
I have a personal update at the end of today’s, um, “environmentally-friendly” blog, so don’t miss it!
Dear Robin:
My divorce was finalized a few months ago and I think I’m ready to date. Many of my friends and co-workers tell me to get online but I just can’t imagine meeting someone like that and I’m not even sure where to start. Also, I’m honestly afraid of meeting anyone I like at all.
(apologies for the re-run: I’ll be back soon!)
Dear Readers:
I don’t literally have a dick, but today I’ll stick my figurative one in the hornets’ nest. Come along with me, won’t you?
Welcome to Friday Feedback, our formerly-weekely, now occasionally-as-circumstances-demand excising of the blog’s milia using the sharp instruments wielded by readers of criticism, scorn, and condemnation.
I was discarding some old blog drafts this morning when I came across this one. Given my “issues” lately, I thought it would be a good time to finish what I began last year.