I woke up this morning in what I like to refer to as Soap Star Mode. Just like Hope Brady coming out of a coma, I had a smile on my face, last night’s lipstick matted on my lips, all my makeup in tact, hair full and bouncy with just enough muss to it. “Baby,” [...]
Only robbers and gypsies say that one must never return where one has once been. -Kierkegaard As I stood in the travel store watching Ruby thumb through a book on India, followed by one on Japan and yet another on Myanmar, it occurred to me as it often does before I travel, that there are [...]
Me (whispered into his ear): Baby? You awake? Him: … Me: Honey? (Kiss, kiss…kisskisskiss on his stubbly cheek) Are you sleeping? I need to ask you a quick question. Very important. Him: Mmmmm…I was sorta sleepin’…what’s up? Me (Kiss, kiss): Did you remember to bring home that black sweater for me from work? Him: Yup. [...]
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.” [...]
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…