There were no cell phones. There was no internet. — Traveling cross-country on a Greyhound bus When I was 20, I traveled on a Greyhound bus from Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada, to Key West, Florida. It took 6 days. This was the 90s. There were no cell phones. There was no internet. I cringe to think about what my poor parents must have gone through at…

I have so many questions. — What’s your favorite sex position? Did you begin the journey of your sexual experiences only knowing one sex position or did you experiment with more? I’m going to take a giant leap here and bet on the idea that a great majority of first-time sexual encounters — at least for…

Live and learn, right? — After my divorce and subsequent affair with a married man, I went through a strange period where I developed a crush on the kind of man I may not have ordinarily been attracted to — or at least I thought so. Most of the men I had previously been with…

Time tells. — There are many out there who believe people are capable of change. And then there are those who believe that a leopard can never change his or her spots. When I decided to meet my ex-husband for a casual breakfast after 5 years of estrangement, I was genuinely curious to…

From experience. — I often wonder what advice I would give myself if I could go back in time and communicate to my 20-something self. After some thought, I came up with a few vital tips I’d give myself after experiencing some significant lessons in life, love, and relationships. Those Older Men You Dated Weren’t Necessarily Better When I was 20…

What aging well really entails. — Isn’t it ironic that the more wisdom and knowledge you gain by growing older, the more your physical body begins to deteriorate? Just when you feel like you’re starting to finally take pleasure in the seasons of time or start feeling an abundance of gratitude for the life you’ve lived…

Especially if you need a lot of sex. — I’m not here to play a sad violin tune for myself because I chose to have and raise children. Not at all. However, those of us who are raising children often seem to run into the burning question which is — when are we ever going to have sex again? …

And stop hiding from it. — I often battle with myself over my parenting. I wonder if I’m doing it right, if I’m adequate enough, or if I’m even cut out for this kind of thing at all. I have moments of feeling like I’m the absolute best parent in the world who has everything handled…

When is that line crossed? — Many people might describe rough sex as wild, animalistic, passionate, or kinky. The urban dictionary definition of rough sex is, ‘Very vigorous sex for people who like pain, but aren’t into the really kinky sh*t. May involve hair pulling, ass-slapping, biting, etc.’ Years ago, I participated in what would probably…