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"In between scheduling doctors&amp;#039; appointments and shopping for a business dinner my husband sprung on me tonight, I managed to squeeze in some time at Starbuck&amp;#039;s this morning to write with a friend. It&amp;#039;s a fabulous new project. It&amp;#039;s also extremely mysterious. So much so that we have absolutely no idea what it&amp;#039;s going to be about. Love? Sex? Politics? Children? A little bit of everything? Why not! The only thing we know for sure is that it&amp;#039;s going to star witty women in their forties who are vivacious and tantalizing and, despite having kindergarteners and occasional marital ruts to deal with, still manage to look half way decent in their jeans and get the baristas to throw naughty winks their way. (I have no idea where we&amp;#039;ll reach for those characters. Ahem.) Truth be told, the clerks weren&amp;#039;t tossing out seductive blinks as much as evil &amp;quot;why are you not buying coffee you freeloading Wifi cougars?&amp;quot; stares, but it was thrilling none the less. It never ceases to amaze me the kind of territory women can cover in one half hour. We started in with writing, books (I&amp;#039;m currently reading Kris Radish&amp;#039;s Searching For Paradise In Parker P.A.) but soon worked our way into love, relationships, divorce, childbirth, sisters, disabilities, babysitters, careers, shopping, ballet and junk food. I left thinking about two things: 1. How is it that a simple brainstorming event with a woman I met only recently this year can leave me so much richer and fulfilled for the family I have at home? 2. How the heck did she ever pose nude without a care in the world? Or a stitch of clothes for that matter? Yes, I&amp;#039;m proud to say that my new writing partner has not only posed for Playboy but for countless other publications where her message is never about &amp;quot;get naked and do me&amp;quot; but instead that a woman&amp;#039;s body is beautiful. That we can be so many things. That we do not have to live up to the expectations that society has placed on us but instead be who we are meant to be. She should know. For the past twenty two years, she&amp;#039;s lived life from her wheelchair due to a freak car accident. And while her legs do not work, her brain is open, free, and the most powerful organ she owns. She is a class A-flirt, feisty, a Diet Coke swigger and the first person I want to go to Disneyland with. (Can we say &amp;quot;Wheel chairs go to the head of the line?&amp;quot;) Hanging out with Ellen Stohl is just the fun jump start I&amp;#039;ve needed to get some sass back into my days, which will ultimately get some sass back in my nights. But if Rex thinks I&amp;#039;m going to take naked pictures like my new gal pal, he&amp;#039;s got another thing coming. (Emphasis on that last word.) "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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