
Double debut author at 52 “Two Princes” 2022 ”The Perpetual” 2022
”THE DASHER” Dec. 18, 2023
(ARC Sign Ups on Netgalley)
Double debut author at 52 “Two Princes” 2022 ”The Perpetual” 2022
”THE DASHER” Dec. 18, 2023
(ARC Sign Ups on Netgalley)
”THE DASHER” Dec. 18, 2023
(ARC Sign Ups on Netgalley)
”THE DASHER” Dec. 18, 2023
(ARC Sign Ups on Netgalley)
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Fall in love—-again. Especially with yourself.
🥂Housewives
of Orange County
-Meets-
🏍️Sons of Anarchy
😠 Grumpy/Grumpy
👫👩❤️👨 Friends to Lovers
👖👕Fashion
🐉Tattoos
🏄🏻♂️Surfers
🦊 Silver Fox
It’s 1996 and Jay Salas has to solve several problems at once
He didn’t count on his cousin’s career-driven, dirty martini drinking ex-lover being his soul mate
Grab an extra-dirty martini and enjoy the adventure
27 July 2023
By Cindy Kehagiaras
Warning; there are spoilers in this article
I was totally prepared to write a snarky article about how revisiting my old friends, especially Carrie Bradshaw, would be a diatribe about being perpetually Team Aidan. Don't get me wrong; I loved the Mr. Big sparkly drama-filled story back in 1998 like all of my contemporaries. But after deciding in my own life to choose my Aidan, not my Big, I was avoiding the reboot of " Sex in the City” like the plague. (insert GenX-style ironic snort)
I’ve ghosted my old SATC friends for a long time now. I wanted to leave them behind in my twenties with the awful dating scene and the judgy conversations. I didn’t watch the SATC movies or reruns. I was done with them and chalked up my co-dependent relationships with Carrie, Samantha, Charlotte, and Miranda as another life. I was not prepared in season one of “And just like that…” to bawl my eyes out when Big died and how moved I was by Sara Jessica’s emotional portrayal of Carrie losing the love of her life. She loved Big, and the whole Reformed Rake trope was endearing. I love a good cry.
And just like that…I’m back. It worked. DAMN IT!
A little backstory. I have a similar story to Carrie Bradshaw's but the L.A. version. My career in my twenties was in fashion advertising. First in Beverly Hills with the Rodeo Drive designer luxury stores, then later at the "industry bible," Woman’s Wear Daily, a hundred-year-old garment industry trade newspaper. Civilians think Vogue is the bible. But the industry insiders find the trends and the hot lists first in WWD. I was a designer shoe and purse addict with a small group of confidants and an overly inflated ego, I was California Carrie Bradshaw. I related to her, loved her, and worshiped her. Sunday nights were dedicated to Sex In The City, and Monday mornings were for the chatter about the clothes, the men, and the career decisions.
But now we are 25 years past that. Marriage, motherhood, mortgages, health scares, and aging take precedence. Did I want to watch a show about all of that? Sure. Why not? As long as it wasn't a bunch of whining and complaining, wrinkly old bats.
Here’s the truth…I’m thoroughly enjoying this series. Is it going to change my life? No. Am I obsessed? Not really. Do I wish they would've dropped the entire season at once so I could binge in one sitting? Yes.…
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My writing journey began after my 50th birthday, and the pandemic lockdown provided the opportunity to write. Some of my stories have haunted my dreams for decades. When the characters shouted at me day and night, I knew she had to write about them.