I tried to open my bedroom window and it wouldn’t budge. Someone had locked it. I glanced confusedly at Albert. This is when we both heard my father’s Clint Eastwood-esque voice from the nearby porch, “Shannon,” he said, “you’ve slit your own throat.”
In bed, I’m soft. Demure. Enticing as Brigitte Bardot in And God Created Woman, with doe-like come-hither glances and marzipan hair. I’m as tremulous as
I drink wine. Every day. Usually two glasses and lately it’s red. Henry eats bread. Every day. Sometimes at two in the morning. And
“Henry. Henry, wake up! We have to consummate our marriage.” “No, we don’t!” “Yes, we do. Now come on.” “I can’t.” “If the musicians
I met my friend Mistress Justine for lunch on Friday. That’s not her real name, but it should be. She and her husband, Raoul (also a
He Had Me at his Handlebar Mustouche The other day a diminutive man who placed second in The World Beard & Moustache Championship (in
In honor of my little brother turning 40 today I’m reposting his love/life philosophies. The gift that keeps on giving. I love you, sweetheart!
Trader Joes. That bastion of affordable wasabi peas, almond milk and hemp oil. That innovator of quality ingredients for everyday low prices. That hire-er of
Sunday Night. Midnight. Me: Henry, can you get out of bed and set the house alarm? Him: You were the last one in bed, you
This is the latest in my Husbands and Wives Series Me: “Let’s get a dog.” Henry: “We already discussed this. Dogs are too expensive.
This is the latest in my Husbands and Wives Series: Me: Henry did you know that you spend about 85$ a week on buying
The latest in my Husbands and Wives Series. Me: “Henry. Are you awake?” He. Nothing. Me: “Henry. Are you awake?” He. Resting heart rate
Yes. An inflammatory headline. Since the recent Steubenville rape case and excavating and writing about my own experience as a victim of attempted rape when
The Setting: The Peninsula Hotel lounge in Beverly Hills Chic. Cloistered. Peopled with gorgeous women of a certain age (35+). My dear friend Glenna
My BlogHer 2013 Voices of The Year keynote speech titled, “What I Know About Sex now that I’m in my 40s” is here.
Have you ever wondered what you would do if your spouse was disabled by an illness or injury and was no longer able to have
In the blogging world, I had a pinnacle experience tonight. I was ushered onstage by Queen Latifah as one of 12 bloggers to read
Sometimes Things Break Open to Become Better My friend Cleo met her husband Eric twenty-five years ago when she moved into her parents’ retirement
This post contains graphic sexual content which might convince you to never have sex again: Before we had kids, Henry and I decided to
Henry and I don’t celebrate Valentine’s Day. We tell each other not to get each other gifts for our birthdays. We had our 12th wedding
Recently a reader contacted me regarding my Married Sex series to tell me her story in the hopes of getting some answers. We’ll call my reader
I Adore Gavin DeGraw Is he handsome? I’ll punch you if you say no! Does he sport a six pack? I hope so. Is
Henry is outside as I type this, reading the first draft of a book I’m writing. It was quiet out there when I entered. His
My friend Bethany kept falling in lust with men at her office. This would’ve been fine, except that she was in a seventeen-year marriage
She Had Vastly More Lovers Than Him My friend Maggie (who gave me permission to write this) is a volunteer at her children’s elementary
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