boot snakePublished in MORE Magazine

 

I DON'T DO THERAPY.

I used to do therapy.  I had a shrink in my twenties when I was unhappily married.  I had another for a year or two in my thirties.  The reason escapes me.  I don’t even remember the psychotherapist’s name, although I do remember the names of all my bad boyfriends.  How ironic is that?  Now that I am veering out of middle age, I don’t have time for a talking cure.  I’d be in a nursing home by the time I’d worked the problem out.

Instead, I work from the outside in. In the lifelong battle of empowerment versus insecurity, calm versus anxiety, positive versus negative, I swear by these tricks:

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Published in the New York Times Op-Ed

 

A FEW days ago, I got an e-mail from my sister Amy in Los Angeles saying she and her husband had received boxes from J. Crew. Christmas presents from me, she assumed, since I had ordered them online and told her to expect them.

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Published in the Wall Street Journal

 

RECENTLY I heard that Twitter redesigned its bird. That logo. The little white bird.

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Published in the New York Times Op-Ed

 

I WAS traveling last week on my book tour and landed at the John Wayne Airport in Orange County, Calif. Because I am geographically challenged and probably need LoJack implanted under my skin, my publisher kindly provided a car to take me from the airport to the hotel. The car wasn’t there.

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