Dear Girlfriends, “I didn’t think you saw me.” I caught my breath and my eyes welled with tears as I fought for my composure. “Yes, sir,” I answered the bearded homeless man sitting alone at the table. “I see you clearly. Are you ready for your lunch?” As I placed the tray before the crippled man, he looked up at …

Dear Girlfriends, Like some other women, I often have to share my husband’s attention with another. Luckily for us both, Steve’s mistress is a new project. Occasionally the project is a sexy piece of metal with an engine that purrs, but usually she sports “good bones” and lots of windows. It all begins with simple infatuation. First the reading of …