thematically fickle

Did you know that the hypothalmus regulates (among other things) breathing and sexual satisfaction? Maybe that’s why, even when my man has a horrendous cold that causes fatigue, a sore throat and congestion so severe that breathing is difficult even when he’s laying perfectly motionless, he still wants to “bury his face in [my] ass.” [...]

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Three years ago today, we flew to Chicago to meet Ruby. The delayed flight certainly added to our anticipation and also, the agony of our wait. Out of the (mere) 7 months that our adoption process took before our match, it was this last 36 hours before we held our daughter that were the most [...]

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(Best paired with song to the right.)
Ah, karma. She works in not-so-mysterious ways. Yesterday, I drove North to meet friends for lunch at the Stone Brewery in Escondido (if you’re local and you haven’t been, you should high tail it up there). Sam and I were deep in discussion about my last column, about The [...]

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I could stay home, put on my jammers, curl up with a glass of wine and begin to hash through my backed-up reading pile:

Or I could do a few more bicep curls, swallow down some of what she’s having, slip into my little black dress and go out dancing:

Hmmm…

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Ever have fantasies about how you might act in certain situations if you didn’t have that thing in your brain that causes you to comport yourself (most of the time) in a socially acceptable manner? I call them my Six Feet Under moments and I have them all the time. This is my resignation fantasy. [...]

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Today’s assignment from Deb at San Diego Momma:
You’re in a bookstore. You see stacks and stacks of books, but one in particular catches your eye. Something about the title. You’re intrigued. You pick the book up, open it, and read the first paragraph. Now you’re hooked. What is the title of the book and what [...]

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The Gaydi Project and I went shopping yesterday and she asked me if I’d ever seen the back room at Loehman’s. I thought this was a rather personal question and one that should never come from your mother. But I played along and let her guide me. Turns out, it’s literally called The Back Room [...]

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Indeed.

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Father’s Day in my world has historically held all the importance a birthday party holds for a Jehovah’s Witness. In fact, it’s been such an epic non-event throughout my life that I actually forgot Sam’s very first Father’s Day. A pathetic, writhe-like-a-Redworm-in-fresh-manure move, I know. I hear your gasps and tsk-tsks and would like you [...]

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