I am a new woman.
No, I didn’t have a boob lift.
And no, I haven’t lost those 10 lingering pounds.
And most definitely not because I’ve discarded my identity and am starting over in Las Vegas. (Though that does sound appealing at times.)
What to wear? Are my roots showing? Do I need to get my mustache waxed? These were some of the things that I was thinking about in the days before my 30 year high school reunion. Then, of course, there were also these thoughts: Who’s going to show up? Will the women all be fat and...
I'm going home this weekend for my high school reunion.
I graduated 30 years ago.
Thirty years is a long time.
A really, really long time.
Talk about a role reversal.
This past Saturday, all three of our teens went to the movies.
The 16 year-old boy had asked if we could drop him off at the theater so he could meet up with a half a dozen of his friends from high school.
Sometimes, I worry about sex. Yes, me. I know, it’s odd. Right? I mean, I’ve written about sex a lot. I’ve reviewed multitudes of sex toys. I’ve even used the term “anal” here a few times. (Gasp!) But here are two of my worries. One, I worry that I don’t put out enough. Sure, hubs...
I get in to bed. My heart is beating rapidly but all I’ve done is walk up the stairs. My head is full of things I have to get done. I actually have a pain on one side of my brain and I’m contemplating waking my husband up and telling him that I’m having a...