Loretta Young was wrong. She said that a charming woman is a busy woman. I have to disagree, at least in my case. Busy? I've got that part down! But when I'm stressed, charming would be a major misnomer. So when Kim asked me to add writing this column to the long list of hats I already wear, I freaked out inside, all the while keeping an enthusiastic smile on my overworked, overcommitted, underpaid face. Little did she know that I was thinking of 50,000 reasons to say no, and really only one reason to say yes. That one reason? My lifelong friendship with the amazing woman sitting across my dining room table from me. It all boils down to the unequivocal bond that exists between you and those women you choose to surround yourself with as you make your way through this crazy thing called life!

After I finally sat down and wholly contemplated this venture, I surprised myself by getting excited about the opportunity to have a place where I could leave all my hats at the door, and just be me. C-Hawk. Not mom, wife, teacher, daughter, vocalist, drummer, chauffeur, cook, stepmom, ex-wife, counselor, personal shopper, maid, dog walker, groomer, chef, doctor, nurse, actress, pharmacist, punching bag, seamstress, window cleaner, secretary, referee, Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, the Tooth Fairy, and Magic Finder of all Lost/Misplaced Items. This is my chance to get real about issues that are on my mind, and I'd be willing to bet, are also on the minds of other women out there. This will be my safe place; a place where I can be with my girlfriends, and talk about how it feels to be in between age groups, making it impossible to find a pair of jeans that don't make me look like either the insane mom on Mean Girls, or the women on the SNL skit about "mom" jeans. Or we can talk about serious health issues. Or we can just vent about how our husbands want us to be 1950's housewives. My irreverent, unusual outlook on life might make you giggle, or may cause you to shed a few tears. Whichever, I hope I'll make you feel like a friend. After all, that's what g3 is all about. Seriously!