The Day I Discovered the Dingleberry, by Marianne Curan, The Haven

It wasn’t undercover in the stealth of night. It didn’t involve awkward explanations. It was daytime. I was at work. It was oh, so innocent. All my life I’d eaten crumbles and tarts, scones and pies…

A Woman's Guide to Navigating Club 60, by Marianne Curan, The Haven

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The Day a Douche Commercial Launched My Dad Out of His La-Z-Boy, by Marianne Curan, The Haven

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Stop Calling Me “Ma'am!”. Because in Hollywood: 2 + 3 =…, by Marianne Curan, The Haven

A Woman's Guide to Navigating Club 60, by Marianne Curan, The Haven

After My Bikini Wax, I Got a Moist Towelette…and a Survey., by Marianne Curan, The Haven

Diagnosis: Shitty Sleeper. …I have the auditory capability of a…, by Marianne Curan, The Haven

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Diagnosis: Shitty Sleeper. …I have the auditory capability of a…, by Marianne Curan, The Haven

The Day my Therapist Fell Asleep. Should I Get a Discount… or Get a Life?, by Marianne Curan, The Haven

Humor: Nightmare Before Christmas Twas the night before Christmas and as you can see… The ornaments hang at the top of the tree. The ones at the bottom our Norton destroyed So