Fifth Avenue Glamour Girl

know her, and at the end of the day, Estée did whatever she had to do to get what she wanted.

I feel trapped. I love Joe and I love my son, but being a wife and mother is not enough for me. I know you're not supposed to say that, but it's the way I feel.

Because I loved Estée. Because I admired her. I drew strength and courage from her. I needed her in my life. To me, Estee was a sterling example of how to get ahead on pure determination and honest hard work. My father had failed me in that respect, but Estée, well, Estée was my role model, even if I couldn't always follow her advice.

I rolled over and flipped my pillow to the cool side, where I lay sleepless until my alarm went off, and it was time to get up and face this uncertain world all over again.

You did the right thing,” I said. “If I did the right thing, why do I feel so awful?” “Aw, sweetie, that’s the price you have to pay for your dignity and self-respect.

The point is, none of us are completely authentic, exempt from playing with the slippery truth. But just how far we’ll go, and which lines we refuse to cross, is for each of us to determine.