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The Woman’s Book of Dirty Words–Print and Ebook Now Available! (FOR NEW NRFGP POSTS, SCROLL DOWN!)


By: Mary Fran Bontempo



Finally! Both the print and ebook versiona of The Woman’s Book of Dirty Words are now available on Amazon and Barnes & Order your copy today!


The Woman’s Book of Dirty Words

We women talk—a lot. Yet, the words that take others to their happy place often make us miserable. Words like “vacation,” “dinner,” and “holidays” can leave us breathing into a paper bag with our heads between our knees. It doesn’t have to be that way. Join Mary Fran Bontempo and redefine the “dirty words” that make women cringe. You’ll laugh, learn, make some changes and trim your “dirty words” list down to size!


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No Escape

no-escape-trailer-starring-owen-wilson-movies-834490664By: Chrysa Smith

So, I love intrigue. As well as stories about the mafia, Amish and terrorism. So perhaps I’m also drawn to the mysterious—in some sense, dangerous (sorry, Amish).

This weekend, I went to see No Escape. It’s a drama starring Owen Wilson. A drama, you say? Yes, a drama. Of course, I’m accustomed to seeing him dressed like Elmer Fudd in Wedding Crashers, acting like a complete and total jerk in The Internship and playing whimsical music on a flute in Fockers. But I must say, Owen did alright in this suspenseful drama about a coup in Malaysia—occurring just as he moved his family there from the US, in order to make a move up the corporate ladder.

Going out to get a newspaper, Wilson runs into a clash between the local military and a motley, make-shift army, angry about western interference in their country. Wilson, along with wife and two daughters, unrealistically survive the impossible—-chases, bullets, slashings, as he attempts to cross the border into Vietnam and find safety from the uprisings in Malaysia. One of his best defenses is Pierce Brosnan—-British mercenary who’s quick with a gun and his banter, as he leads the family through the violent maze and ultimately into a safe zone.

I see movies such as this, and Hotel Rwanda and think about what we, as US citizens, never think about. A coup. A sudden, abrupt and life-changing turn of events that can leave you poor, injured or dead in a matter of hours. Sorry for the sad song, but really, dramas like this do play out in third world countries, where governments are unstable, life isn’t sacred and the populace is angry. It’s amazing that such a different world is only a matter of hours away on a simple plane ride.

So, after such viewing, I’m more than thrilled to be an American. To be living with such stability, even when the nightly news suggests otherwise. Proud to be mindlessly absent and still be safe. Proud to be among, for better or worse, fairly sane minds that prevail. And proud to be a woman born in such a country.

Granted, this movie wasn’t based on a true story. But for sure, there are plenty that are. So on those bad hair days when I’m not feeling so attractive. On those days when an extra 6 oz of wine seems in order, when the family isn’t behaving or the dinner has burned, I’ll be attempting to think about such movies, in such places, where these minor grievances are moot. And remind myself just how lucky a girl I am to live, for better or worse, in the best country in the world for women—and for me.

Now, excuse me while I finish my wine and cooking my pot pie.

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Listen in on The Scoop as Mary Fran Joins as Co-Host!

By: Mary Fran Bontempo

The Scoop


If you missed today’s edition of The Scoop, listen in as Mary Fran joins as co-host with host Phyllis Smith and new co-host Zarinah Hameen. And join us next Tuesday at noon for an all-new program!


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The Little Pink Pill

By: Mary Fran Bontempo

pink pillOf course it’s pink.

I mean, what other color would they make a pill that’s design to boost a woman’s libido?

Sprout Pharmaceuticals has finally won FDA approval for Flibanserin, their answer for women to the over 25 drugs available to men to boost sexual desire and function.

Twenty-five drugs to address men’s libido and performance issues, and not one for women. Hmmm…I wonder why that is?

I’ll tell you why–because women don’t want a drug to fix our libidos. We are perfectly fine with our libidos the way they are–or aren’t.

When is the last time you even thought about your libido? Wait, let me rephrase that. Have you ever thought about your libido? Don’t get me wrong; I have three kids, so clearly it’s in my repertoire. But that’s also the reason I don’t have time to think about my libido.

According to ABC news, “a woman’s most significant sexual organ is actually her brain,” whereas a man’s is, shall we say, more directly related to the business at hand. (And yes, I could have phrased that better, but why?)

The brain. Do you remember what happened to your brain after you had children? Me neither, which is exactly the point.

Yet, I’m all for the medical world addressing a woman’s need and right to feel pleasure. I just think they’ve got it wrong.

If the pharmaceutical companies want to create a pill that’s going to appeal to women, let me make a suggestion: Come up with something that makes us feel like we’re at least one glass of wine in, with a dark chocolate chaser, that also allows us to be marginally coherent, and able to “operate heavy machinery,” a.k.a. drive a car unimpaired.

Or create a drug that gives us the high we get from scoring a really awesome pair of shoes on sale for which we also have a twenty percent off coupon that actually works on the merchandise we want to buy. (Are you listening, Macy’s?)

If a drug company could come up with a pill like that, every woman on the planet would line up to buy it. Throw in an ingredient that really, truly eliminates “fine lines and wrinkles,” or better yet, the crevice between my eyebrows, and we’ll mortgage our houses for it.

Let the guys have their 25 different remedies. We just need one. Oh, and don’t worry about the color. Pink, green, blue, yellow–if it does all of the above, it doesn’t matter what color it is: We’re in.

And who knows? By that point, we’ll probably feel so good that our libidos will turn on all by themselves.

Would you take the “little pink pill?” Let us know what you think!

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The Cook & The Feminist

By: Chrysa Smith

Pollan_Cooked JacketI’ve been reading, well really listening to Michael Pollan’s book called Cooked. He is author of many food topic books and arbiter of bringing back the ‘please cook’ concept. Listening to his introduction, it struck me—why I feel alone in this world of pre-packaged, pre-cooked, pre-fab food. And it may just have much to do with feminism.

Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m not donning pearls and high heels while in the kitchen. I’m not in the kitchen for most of the day and do spend much time writing and marketing my books. But come later in the day, you’ll most always find me there. And for good reason. I like to eat good food, be creative, serve my family and get down to nature with good ingredients from the garden.

According to Pollan, from the 1970’s, we’ve decreased our time cooking to only 27 minutes/day, but increased our time watching cooking shows by much more than that. Ironic? Well, maybe not. Because we seem to enjoy other ‘specialists’ doing the work for us. According to Pollan, and I tend to agree, cooking was most basically seen as women’s work. Did women always do it, confined to the unseen and under-recognized roles? Or was it considered menial and thus, handed off to women as a result? The chicken and the egg for sure. Regardless, one thing is certain. The women’s movement, which ‘elevated’ the status of women, took them away from domestic ‘duties’ and delivered them to the 9 to 5 grind. Lucky? Equal? Well, you decide for yourself. But certainly, the feminist movement changed the world. And the kitchen.

He believes cooking is primal—a connection to the earth and our earliest roots. In fact, cook, priest and magician are all connected to each other linguistically speaking.  I tend to think of it as creative—-where I can take some raw ingredients, grill, roast, boil or sauté them, and serve up a completely different creation—one that’s fresh, natural and generally healthy—and far better and less removed from additives than the store-bought variety. It’s one of the many things I do in a day that completes my need for creativity—and it just happens to benefit our family as well.

Cooking has become a dinosaur for lack of time. And perhaps that’s why the cooking shows are so entertaining. Those folks actually have the stamina to put together a meal. To present us with something far better than what comes out of a box—-for many, what comes onto their plate for dinner. Rarely is it done as it was intended—an opportunity to not only suffice basic human needs, but to gather everyone together to commune—to share in a meal and all of the goodies that come with it.

I work. I am creative and productive.  I am woman (hear me roar!) But I also cook (and clean)—-and the juxtaposition of my personality never fails me, ceases to tickle me or probably, make others shake their heads.



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S.O.B. Get Me a Drink–Nathaniel Rateliff & The Night Sweats–A Video for You!

By: Mary Fran Bontempo

There are days (sometimes weeks), when no other sentiment will do.

Check out this catchy video (reminiscent of The Blues Brothers) by new sensation Nathaniel Rateliff and the Night Sweats. I mean, really, just the name alone….

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When “I Tried” is More Than Enough

By: Mary Fran Bontempo

public-domain-images-free-stock-photos-girl-boots-standing-green-grass-field-1000x666This week, I had the pleasure of writing my first post for Best Kept Self, a platform for entrepreneurs that stresses the importance of self-care. Think about it: someone telling you to take care of yourself. What’s not to like?

We’re all so busy taking care of everyone else, last on our own lists. And when things don’t go well, guess who we blame? Yup, ourselves.

It’s about time we ladies gave ourselves some credit for trying. That’s right–just trying. So check out my newest column on Best Kept Self and give yourself some credit for just showing up–sometimes, that’s enough.