Quotes from Karen MacInerney

I have a secret. A big, fat, hairy secret. And I'm not talking minor-league stuff, like I once let Joseph Applebaum feel me up behind the seventh-grade stairwell or I got a Brazilian wax after work last Friday or I'm hiding a neon blue vibrator called the Electric Slide in my night table. Which I'm not, by the way. In case you were wondering.

I just smiled and wished hard for the waitress to come back from Cancun or Mazatlan or wherever she was so I could order my martini.

Sorry Your Husband Was Sharing His Saran Wrap Fetish with a Hooker

Just because I'd spent the last five years of my life dealing with diapers and dirty dishes didn't mean my brain had turned into Gerber Oatmeal & Banana Cereal.

Cleaning up" consisted of each child contributing one Lego to the box, then dropping to the floor in exhaustion. The other 3,998 were mine to deal with.

Nina Torrone, a young artist whose work had caught fire and was selling for over half a million per painting.

Well, it's got to be terrible