Jane Shea likes lists. She likes plans, and organization, and orderliness. So when her boyfriend invites her to vacation in Maui with him, Jane is cautiously optimistic. She wants to have a good time but is afraid something is going to go wrong - a freak snowstorm will come to L.A. and ground the...
Plenty of thirtysomething women would be thrilled to look like a teenager. But journalist Kathy Hopkins wishes she could be taken a little more seriously-or, at the very least, order a glass of wine without producing ID. Now her youthful appearance is forcing her into an undercover assignment she...
From the author of Been There, Done That. Natalie Quackenbush is approaching thirty, drowning in debt-and did she mention she lives with her parents? It's the kind of small talk she'd rather avoid. So she and her friends have found a new way to entertain themselves on the Scottsdale, Arizona s...
magazine. No pictures of me—damn! “Hello?” “Hey, is this . . . Veronica?” It wasn’t Jay. Too bad: I hadn’t worked since the film premiere. “Yes.” “Hey,” he said. “How’s it going?” Was he a telemarketer? I didn’t have time for this. I mean, I could be . . . cleaning my toilet. Or Googling “Haley R...
I don’t know how long we had been hiking. It felt like an hour, but it was probably less than that. Or maybe it was more—I’d lost all sense of time in the mountains. With no cell phone, no computer, no alarm, or classroom bells, one moment stretched into the next in an endless stretch of despair ...
WHEN SOMETHING DOESN’T FIT INTO YOUR idea of the way things work, you come up with an explanation. Like: I was distracted, so I just didn’t notice the woman standing there. During the beach walk I’d been really upset, and everyone knows that the mind can play tricks. But I was emotional; I wasn’t...
Then he put his hand on the back of my head and we kissed and I forgot all about whose body I was in. It was just me, Nate's lips, and the pounding of the waves. I slipped my arms around him and held on tight. He tasted salty. It wasn't until later that I wondered whether this counted as my first...
The picture shows them gazing into a tank at Sea World, one of Ian’s and my favorite weekend destinations. He has gazed at the tank in just the same way, and while I know the odds are nearly nonexistent, I can’t help but wonder whether we’ve ever passed by his biological half siblings—and whether...