Every Story Has a Back Story
Twenty-seven years ago, I wrote a story called “Jungle of the Heart.” It sat in a folder for about the next seventeen.
’69 Was a Very Good Year
I recently flew cross-country to attend my high school reunion. Now is there a cooler year to be the graduating class of or WHAT?
Who’s Sexier, Republicans or Democrats?
As the presidential election approaches, I think it’s important to get our priorities straight: Who will represent (American Sexy) for the next four years?
Should You See “The Sessions” Film about a Sex Surrogate?
Yes, but not without reading this blog, as well as my story “Jungle of the Heart” posted at Red Room (“where the writers are”.) My post is on the front page until October 21; see below for how to access it later. And here’s a taste of what’ll you find…
Princess Butt!
OMG, the excitement continues to grow exponentially! Now, courtesy of the same paparazzi-snapped photos that brought us the princess baring her boobs to sun and husband, we might actually be able to see her ASS!!! Where’s the butt picture??? I get a kick out of using clip art to illustrate my blog posts, but this is what happened when I […]
Hooray for Pubic Health*! Part 2
In Part 1 of this post, I talked about how volunteering led to my career in sex education and then formal education in PUBLIC (not pubic) health (although I’m pretty knowledgeable about pubic health as well.)
Food and Drink and Love and Sex and…Health???
So far, this blog is chronicling how I came to be interested in the topics of food, sex, love, relationship, health and nature – enough to link them in my book in progress, Licking the Spoon. My first food was breast milk, the best food for an infant, only I don’t remember it. What I do remember was the sexy […]
Who Needed “Girls Gone Wild?”
When I was 10, I learned a new word: Lesbian. My mom called me one. And it was not meant the way kids call each other “gay” today, even though that isn’t nice either. She was genuinely worried…
Innocence Lost and Found Part 3
In Innocence Lost and Found Part 1 and Part 2, I began describing the year I spent in a small New Jersey town when I was eight: Cool Walter who claimed me with his kiss in the woods behind the baseball diamond. My upwardly mobile and disappointingly racist mom. Jealous Melinda, rich Nancy. African-American Cassandra being treated like a contagious […]
