How could you not love a book called The Bitch Posse? I just bought this book by Martha O'Connor and can't wait to read it. Here's a little blurb for a book with the coolest title I've heard in ages, and if you want to learn more, go to: www.marthaoconnor.com

These are the confessions of The Bitch Posse. Cherry, Rennie, and Amy were outcasts, rebels, and dreamers. And their friendship was so all-encompassing that some would call it dangerous. This is the story of three women-as seniors in high school and as women in their mid-thirties-who formed a bond in order to survive the pitfalls and perils of their lives. In the present day, one of them is a wife and mother-to-be, trying to live a "normal" life. One of them is a writer who engages in a number of self-destructive relationships. And one of them is in a mental hospital-and has been ever since that one fateful night fifteen years ago, when a heart-wrenching betrayal and the unraveling of relationships led them to a point of no return, where their actions triggered unimaginable consequences. These secrets have torn them apart, while inextricably binding them to one another. What happened to them? And can they survive their shared history, even today?

I'm a big believer of the small world theory. There have been so many times that I've been in random places and come across someone who knows someone I know. Here are some examples:

- Was in a Chicago bar with some guys waiting for a few of their friends to arrive. When the group got there, it turned out that my best friend from sixth grade, who I hadn't seen in more than fifteen years and who just moved to Chicago from Connecticut, was one of the people we were waiting for. How random is that?

- Was in Jamaica on vacation when I noticed a guy on the beach who was the spitting image of my cousin in New York. Turns out this guy knew some other people staying at the same resort, and introduced me to them. The guy he introduced me to worked for the same company my father used to work for, and now works next to my cousin all day long. And the guy that looked like my cousin? Fraternity brothers with a guy I went to high school with in Connecticut.

- My husband was on the phone with a client when he learned the guy used to live in Chicago. Turns out he worked with my next door neighbor.

- We used to go to the same resort in Anguilla every year on vacation so we got to know that manager (who, it just so happens, knew the manager of the country club my parents lived at in Arizona, and where I got married). Then one year we decided to try somewhere else. When we arrived at Little Dix we were greeted by the resort's manager, the very same manager that used to work at the resort in Anguilla. He'd gotten a new job.

- My junior year of college I returned back to school after Christmas break and was headed up the front steps of my house (that's a dorm to those of you who didn't go to Smith). There was a car in front where a guy was unloading stuff for another girl in the house. When I looked over I noticed it was my sixth grade boyfriend.

- My room mate my freshman year in college was from Kinnelon, NJ and ended up transferring to Vassar. A year after college I was working in Arizona and met my friend Kari, who was also from Kinnelon. And, it turned out, she was my ex-room mates's best friend in elementary school.

- When I went to the Rhode Island School of Design during my sophmore summer of high school, I dated a guy who was from Rhode Island and going to be a freshman at Brown. My best friend at RISD, Kate, was from La Jolla, CA. Turns out, some 15 years later, Kate's sister ran into this guy in Idaho skiing.

- Speaking of RISD, my room mate that summer was a girl named Jessie from NYC. Eight years later my best friend from Smith was working at Harper's Bazaar and told me about a girl she worked with in her department - yes, it was my old room mate Jessie.

Have I proven my point (and no, my point isn't that I've had a lot of random boyfriends)? It's a small world, so be nice.

Yesterday I ran in the Y-Me race for breast cancer, a 5k in Chicago. It was the first time I've ever run a race (unless you count trying to beat my friend Vicki to the cosmetics counter at Saks). Here's a post-race picture of my kids and me. It was so much fun, and inspiring. My mother-in-law passed away almost two years ago from breast cancer so even though toward the end I started to understand how runners throw up after a race, I kept on running. I had my iPod, which helped tremendously. In the homestretch, just when I wanted to bag it all and take a powder, Guns 'n Roses came on and I sprinted over the finish line. My son was waiting for me and asked if I won. "Yes," I told him. "Really? You won?" he asked, not all that convinced. "Really," I told him, although I think he knew I was lying. But it was mother's day, so he let it slide.