It Be's That Way Sometimes, or "Yes, I'll Have Another Unagi Hand Roll!" by Shari M. Albert
As a single woman in her early thirties I must protest the new wave of tough love books touting that it is simply our own fault for still being single. We are being labeled as pariahs without power my fellow women, and no, I will not spell it with a “y”.

Festivus For The Rest Of Us by Laurel Miller
Once upon a time, when I was young and starry-eyed and innocent, I lived for Christmas. Which isn’t that unusual for a kid, but given that I am technically, ethnically, Jewish, I guess it could be construed as bit odd. We always “celebrated” Christmas as a family, rather than a religious, holiday: a time to deck the house out, have a big dinner, get together with extended family, and open a butt load of presents.

Outta My Uterus! by Laurel Miller
I don’t want kids.

I’m the last person o­n earth to label myself a feminist, so before I get a truckload of hate mail accusing me of being some kind of ball breaking man-hater…..that’s not it. I’m a straight, 36-year old, single woman who has, for whatever reason, never desired to procreate...