In the '80s, I thought I'd be a success as a woman if I were the president of a billion dollar company, had a sensitive soul-mate husband, two bilingual children, buns of steels, and a compost heap. In the '90s, I pretty much feel I'm a success if I can get through the afternoon without eating a cheesecake.

The biggest change in my life is that I now have to apologize for being thin.

Breaking up: It's so easy to return their possessions, but so hard to get our brain cells back.

What happened to the good old days of "Woman as passive recipient?" What happened to being courted? What happened to sitting back under a parasol and granting someone a chance to try to win us over?

I'm more financially successful, but it just means the shopping blunders I make are bigger now.

Each of us wages a private battle each day between the grand fantasies we have for ourselves and what actually happens.

There are only two secrets to a slimmer shape ... High heels and shoulder pads!