Category Archives: Love Conquers All

Facebook Stalking Your Ex-Boyfriend and Other Nonsense

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I did a double take as I re-read the name of the sender.  Vick, the love of my young 20's, that crazy, destructive, kind of love, that takes years to decompress from and a few trips to a therapist's couch, who disappeared off the face of the earth 17 years ago, had contacted me through Facebook. "Well, hey, stranger! Hope you're well," sums up the message I found in my inbox.  "Wow, what a coincidence to hear from you," I respond.   "I just wrote a blog post  about the time the two of us got thrown into jail.  Here's the … Continue reading →

Birthdays and Other Occasions Laden with Disappointment

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If you're a regular on the blog, then you know you'd have more fun hanging out with a piece of plywood at a bar or a party than with me.  So, it should come as no surprise that when my birthday passed a few weeks ago, the day slipped by without a big girls night out or a lot of fanfare. I had a great day.  It was a normal day-in-the-life-of-a-Fierce Diva, but with some extra phone calls and cards in the mail with good wishes for me.  I don't have high expectations for birthdays or other holidays, but it … Continue reading →

Destiny, Jail Cells, and Finding Your Voice

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I probably would have enjoyed the dinner, had I not been eating in a Greenwich, Connecticut jail cell.  The take-out from the Italian restaurant across the street from the police station may have been the best meal I had in weeks, after spending my summer with Vick, whose kitchen cabinets contained no more than Frosted Flakes, Marlboro Reds, and grain alcohol.  Vick liked excitement.  He needed it, to be precise.  He'd wake me from my sleep to announce we were taking a road trip, and next thing I would know, we were speeding down I95 toward  Florida at two in … Continue reading →

The Fierce Diva Guide to Lightening up

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One of the Dudes I dated in my pre-Diva days is a guy we'll call Sam.  Sam, by most accounts, seemed pretty normal , especially compared to some of my other dates, like the actor, who wore more eyeliner than  I did, the nudist, who cooked me vegetarian meals in his backyard, out of what appeared to be a large cauldron, and the CIA hopeful, who broke up with me on the basis that I was "bad for his career."  Sam worked in a trade.  He left the house by six in the morning, came home, ate a meat and … Continue reading →

The Legend of Shiva Shakti: The Fierce Diva Guide To Trusting Your Instincts

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She sauntered into the room like a porn star arriving on the set, hips jutted out in front of her in a walk led by her groin.  As she strolled past me, I noticed the chipped polish of her neon green pedicure, the bleach blonde highlights that swayed between her tattooed shoulder blades, and the outfit that was slightly too revealing for her firm, yet post menopausal body.   "Namaste," she murmured, in an Oxycontin slur, as she crossed her tanned, bare legs into lotus pose.   Thus, began my workshop with Shiva Shakti, the yoga celebrity who boasted a national following.* … Continue reading →

When Diva Gets Dumped

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When Diva Gets Dumped: An Original Play in One Act, by The Fierce Diva  SCENE ONE (Distraught DIVA, an attractive young woman in casual attire,sits across from DUDE, at a small table in a crowded restaurant. Both have barely touched plates of food in front of them.Dude's body is slightly turned away from Diva. His arms are crossed.) DIVA (Sobbing into a tissue) It's me, isn't it?  What did I do?  DUDE I told you.  You didn't do anything.  DIVA Am I too clingy?  I'm too clingy, aren't I?  DUDE You're not too clingy.  DIVA I'm too independent.   You don't feel needed. … Continue reading →