Have I mentioned that I love my man? I love his smell, his courage, his sexy everything. I love the way he sacrifices for me and our boys. I love the way he gives me nightly head rubs because I love them more than almost anything else. I love...
When I was a child, my quasi-adoptive parents were cool. Seriously, undeniably Fleetwood Mac and Rolling Stones cool. They partied with women who went braless in tops undone to the navel and dabbled in a variety of substances. My mom went through a nudism phase....
I have a smart, bratty nephew who inherited a wicked sense of humor from my brother via our bigger-than-life father. At some point during family get-togethers at my house, this nephew will challenge my life choices. With a glitter in his eyes, he might ask, “Why...