Golf came into our family life two years ago. My husband went from dedicated BBQ Dad (a National Carne Asada Championship winner, to be exact) to a golfer Dad. When the transition between BBQ and golf happened, I didn't...
Science says a happy marriage can lower a person’s cortisol levels. With lower stress hormones, they’re able to minimize their risk of many long-term ailments, like diabetes, cancer, and heart disease.
But the real question is—what is the secret to...
A few months ago, I questioned why we don’t talk about orgasms. Having an orgasm is a physical pleasure we shouldn’t deny ourselves nor should we censure discussion on. Discussion is healthy for figuring out how to get what...
As Father's Day approaches, we're reminded of the invaluable role that dads play in our lives — especially those who are raising boys to be good men. Beyond traditional gifts and cards, there's an opportunity to celebrate this special day in...
Most women I know feel that the split of managing household tasks is. . . unbalanced between their partners and themselves. A recent article in The Washington Post backs up that feeling with these statistics: “Employed women partnered with...
HOW IT STARTED: 2001
When I met my husband 21 years ago at a Starbucks in the city, I never imagined that we would be...
What makes a great house party? For my family, a great house party has several factors. I’ve compiled a list of best practices for you to consider when planning on hosting your next holiday event. Comment below and add...
I can describe my underwear drawer in one word: practical. It's full of nude and black briefs and nude and black bras. All items were purchased with the intention of making them invisible under my clothing, certainly not with...
If you’re like me, hearing the word “sex” often invokes various reactions including eye rolling, apathy, and an instant sensation of fatigue all wrapped up in the suffocating weight of expectation. Unless I’ve had a glass of wine or...
I dislike Valentine’s Day. I always have. The older I get, the more I’ve come to dislike it. Why do I need a holiday to remind me to tell my loved ones that I love them? Christmas is barely...



























