Dear Sarah, I Like Sex Way More Than My Husband Does!

Ready to rumble in Santa Barbara says,

“It’s very simple. I like sex way more than my husband does. When I bring the issue up to my friends they roll their eyes and make comments about how my husband should appreciate what he’s got. But that’s it. They all have men who chase them around. I don’t. We’ve been married for 3 years, have no children, and do “it” every few weeks. I’d like it at least a few times per week but a month or so after our wedding, he seemed to lose interest. What’s wrong? I’m going crazy here!”

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You Will Never Guess Who I Met While Filling Out an Online Dating Profile

The anonymity of the Internet does something to the human psyche. It lets you strip away all the worries of acceptance and rejection and get down to the honest, bare-bone truth of yourself. By the time you get to the end, you know what you really are all about and you know which questions you don’t have answers for. Read More »

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7 Things I Am Grateful For

Today, I’m grateful for…

1. Dandelions.

While I was driving along the highway looking at fields of dandelions, it came to me that God can make beauty out of weeds. Since I’m a sucker for an object lesson, I realized that God can also make beauty out of the weeds in my life. Something to think about… Read More »

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Growing Up Without Health Insurance

I grew up without health care. My parents did not have money for health insurance, and with their strong opposition to accepting special help from the government, we simply went without health care even during times when we qualified for State programs. My father would tell us children that we believed in “assurance” rather than “insurance” and that God would provide for us. Read More »

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Preserving with kids: Dreamy sweet slow slave labor

In the mornings, in the evenings, in the hot, hot afternoons, I have been standing barefoot and apron-beclad in my kitchen, canning. This act, in this time, is especially fraught; while on one hand it is viewed as an act so radical it’s at the center of a few back-to-the-land-style movements — Radical Homemaking, the Canvolution — some mothers describe it as “slaving over a hot stove” or, should one have the opportunity to complain about it via an essay on Salon, describe metaphorically as “shoveling rocks” (but not, mind you, for Satan). Read More »

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What My Mother Never Told Me About Sex

My mother never talked to me about sex…ever.

I grew up in a home where public displays of affection were violations of etiquette. This aligned with my mother’s erudite upbringing and Victorian repression of sexuality. This also led to my naïve introduction to the world of the sexually active.

When I was 18, my mom died of breast cancer. I dropped out of college two months later, moved back home, met a guy, dated him and got pregnant. Read More »

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I Peeled Off My Mom Label

Do you read labels? I do. I like to know what’s in the food I buy. I dutifully read instructions on clothing labels and check to see where things were manufactured.

It’s more difficult to read the labels we impose on ourselves and each other. You know the deal. You meet someone new in a work or social situation and often, but not always, they’ll ask, “What do you do?” Immediately their mental printer spits out a label for them to smack on your forehead. When someone asks, “Where are you from?” the same thing happens. Read More »

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Ladies, We Are In This Together

I remember being very very sensitive as a child, a young adult and into my twenties. The smallest comment would affect me in the biggest way, whether it was to me or to someone I cared about. For those I cared about, I would embrace the stubborn side of me and defend a friend or loved ones’ honor. For me, I would go about and be ultra sensitive. I wouldn’t often defend myself. Instead I would accept the bad comment as truth and absorb it. Read More »

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Why I Want My Kids To Be Bored In School

When I was a young child there was a chart on our freezer. It looked a lot like a Shoots-n-Ladders board and had magnets shaped like cars. The idea was that for each pre-reading or reading step completed the child would get to move a car forward a space. Sadly for the children, there were not actually chutes or ladders, and each square had to be completed before one could move on to the next. Read More »

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