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Where were you on March 11, 2004? If you are American, you probably don’t remember. If you are Spanish — or, like me, living in Spain — you will probably…

A few months ago, I tuned in to a new Fox reality show, “Who’s Your Daddy?” This show offered a hopeful adoptee up to $100,000 for correctly identifying her biological…

My husband, Ed, slightly blanched, tosses a half-dozen condoms from our personal supply to me in the kitchen. That morning, in a post-coital calm, I had suggested to him that…

I’m living the life I never imagined these days. When I was a girl of nine, I dreamed I would be the first female president of the United States. I…

A friend of mine called me a “new-mom slut.” She was joking and it was kind of funny, but still, I felt a bit desperate. After my big conversation with…

I’ve been the mother of three for eight months now and I still don’t have the hang of it. Mostly I feel like a six-year-old kid trying to walk a…

My daughter hangs out with a toothless gang. They sputter and spit, their tongues often fill the empty spaces in their grins; they eat apples with the sides of their…

I think of you, in the foyer of the world, waiting to come in. You are meant to be our child, just as the son born of my womb was…

My three-year-old daughter picks up a feather on the playground. She holds it up to the back of her head so it juts toward the sky. “Can we play Indian,…

More often than not, when I tell another mom I write a sex column for moms the first thing they say is: “Sex — what’s that?” or “Ours would have…

EXT. SECLUDED ISLAND BEACH — DAY A serene and beautiful island paradise — a long stretch of white, sandy beaches, an aqua sky, rolling waves. A WOMAN, in her mid-thirties,…