First, we hear giggling. Then a sharp squeal. The creak of the mattress springs, a bump on the wall, a muffled “Ouch,” then more giggling. “Girls! Knock it off!” my husband yells from his recliner. There is a moment of silence, and then the ruckus starts all over again. I am not sure why we…
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Costume Psychology 101
Many studies have been done on the psychology of Halloween costume selection. What does it say about a person who picks a sexy, scary, political, whimsical, heroic or funny costume? Some say that people who dress up like hot French maids, saucy pirates and sexy cats, want to express their sexuality without the consequences of…
My Hips Don’t Swing That Way, But My Stomach Does
Out of sheer boredom and motivation to reduce my ever-expanding waistline, I somehow found myself trying a Zumba class at the gym this week. An old veteran of the now out-of-style step aerobics craze, I figured, “How hard could it be?” “Zumba,” a Latin-inspired dance aerobics program, is the latest thing to hit the fitness…
When Strangers Marry
On this day, eighteen years ago, I promised to love, honor and cherish a man I really didn’t know all that well at the time. In fact, prior to committing ourselves to each other until death, my husband and I were pretty much clueless. We had no idea what kind of husband or wife we…
What I believe about Hell and hand baskets