I went to my daughter’s 8th grade awards ceremony this morning. I was really proud that she was getting an award for maintaining a 3.5 GPA for the last three years.
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 was a junior in college. He was a freshman. And he was my first real boyfriend.
(I know. I was a cougar, right? Ahead of my time.)
And he took my virginity.