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What If You Initiated Sex

Some women struggle to get past their good-girls-don’t-like-sex upbringings, while others feel intimidated by today’s over-sexualized culture. Regardless of where you are on the spectrum, initiating with dignity is possible. read more

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Can of Dates

Confession: I'm a Valentine’s Day scrooge. I hate the colors. I hate the gifts. I hate the way I felt when I was single, and I hate the way I feel now that I’m not. My husband is a romantic, but for me, Valentine's Day is just too much pressure. Surely there’s a better way. read more

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Being Honest About What I Really Want for Christmas

My husband is not a gift savvy person. Christmas is not a holiday he celebrated growing up. Gift hints go right over his head. One year I blogged about my Christmas wish list. The following year I sent him links, in an email, of gift ideas. I still didn’t manage to get through. read more

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What if you Married the Grinch?

Then I met my husband, who hates Christmas. In fact, he hates the entire month of December — mainly because of a father who nearly every year chose that month to be an abusive drunk. In the early years of our marriage, while I would decorate, he would commiserate. read more

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Courage to Stay Married

We kept our promise. For the last year we've said the hard and good things needing to be said. We don't live in the terse, loud silence anymore. We are us again. But us is irreparably changed, and today I'm so angry about it I can't stop crying on the highway. read more