Putting a handsome man in a lower pecking order was just fuel to my fire… … More Strokes and Blows to My Ego
“Yeah love, Monica was hiding at my house in Cape Cod four days after the impeachment,” says Australian artisan olive oil peddler who is either a pathological liar or delusional psycho… … More The Man From Oz: DuPont Family Confidant and Lady Monica’s Landlord
It was the first, but sadly not last, time a Burr President looked over my head at an alumni event to see who was more important to talk to… … More Tapping That: Alumni Fundraising
And actually that’s ok … More I Hate My Blog. And You Do Too.
When it comes to my father, I didn’t fall far from the tree
… More Ronrico Suave
Eventually promised fancy coffee, I surrendered … More No Pride: Part 1
I could have been Monica … More Lady Monica