Congratulations to me on having finally arrived at that wonderful place wherein it doesn't matter to me if people don't find me bright, interesting, engaging, articulate or attractive. I am finally -- at 52 -- happy with who I am. I have finally decided that I have things to say that are worth taking note of.
There's always going to be "the next hottest trend" trying to sell you on how you can have the best mind blowing, knock your hipster-socks off kind of sex. You know, the good-good kind of get-down. Yet, what is the actual key to having a great sex life? Eating more kale? Practicing vaginal weightlifting? Cultivating perfectly pruned pubes?
After 20 years of dating and over 100 relationships later, I have created "The Milk and Bone Theory." Take a close look at the behaviour of cats and dogs, notice which qualities you share with both animals. You will most likely have commonalities with one more than the other. Here are five ways to tell if you are a cat or a dog in a relationships.
This Valentine's Day, why not leave the pre-fab cards on the rack and buy a blank one instead? You can customize your own declaration of love on an open canvas. The possibilities are endless, and it will take only marginally more effort to compose your own Valentine than to buy one ready-made. Here are some tips for your do-it-yourself Valentine.
We don't see it much these days, but chivalry still matters, especially in the beginning stages of a relationship. It's always nice if a man opens the door for his date, offers his jacket on a chilly night, pulls out her chair, picks up the tab, and walks his date to the door and gives her a gentle kiss on the cheek (with no other expectations).
I have a secret weapon now. I have 30. It may have had a bad wrap in the past, but 30 has equipped me with the wisdom to spot these men from a mile away and tune them out. Another person's bad behaviour is never my fault and 30 has taught me that, preparing me to live like the glorious woman that I am.
As a single, I am going to have fun on Valentine's Day by going out and celebrating the day on my own. Visiting with friends and family, and perhaps getting a little pampered on this special day. If you're in a relationship and would like some tips on how to make your Valentine's day special, here you go.
2014 may have been the year of the nipple (#FreeTheNipple), but 2015 is definitely the year of the bush (#PubeGame). Pubic hair is so popular right now, it's vogue. From mild to moderate tuffs, harbouring tiny strands of love in between your legs has been all the rage so far this year and it has no intention of slowing down.
A recent article in the NY Times titled "To Fall in Love With Anyone, Do This," has made a bit of splash on FB and other social media. Anyone at all interested in "love" seems to know about, or be talking about, these 36 questions designed to create "interpersonal closeness." But there are no questions about sex.
Allow your children time to grieve and remain open to ongoing conversations after the big announcement. If your children are asking you questions, this is positive. Encourage further conversations and be open to their questions, thoughts, and feelings. You may want to consider setting up a time for the children to talk with a therapist at some point.
Find ways to honour those you miss. Look at old photos and tell stories of any loved ones you have lost. Honour the expectations that you may have had for relationships, life and even your vision of the season, as they are a part of our story. Let a lost loved one remain alive in you, and be an active part of your experience.
Four and a half minutes after I read that a grand jury decided not to indict officer Darren Wilson, I sent a text to my sister in North Carolina. "You need to get my baby out of that f*&&ing racist place called the U.S. south!" 'My baby' being my one-year-old precious baby nephew. I fear that we are running out of time. I know with certainty that death can creep upon black boys lives in an instant.
How does passion turn into pal-ship? Perhaps the very nature of sharing space with someone can breed too much familiarity. It's easy to get comfortable, even sloppy, when we live with each other day in and day out. What message does it send when I leave our house looking polished and revert immediately to comfy cellmate attire when I come home?