Sex in the Suburbs

January 2005 New Year’s resolutions: Stop biting nails. Work on writing. Fight fear. Get an agent. Who do you think you’re kidding? Tame inner critic. Grow thicker skin. Find lost…

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…

“Go! Go! Go!” my husband commands, pushing me out the door. “You’re going to be late!” I am in a fuddle about what to wear to the soccer game he…

It is ironic that after employing extremely passive and dare I say, idiotic, birth-control methods for the first half of my sexual life, I am now in a situation where…

I am married to a man who has taken more women’s studies classes than I have. A man whose youthful band had a hit song titled, “Menses Man.” He is…

Before we were a family there was just us. Just me and you, Husband, documented with a cheesy mirror we found in a gas station just outside of Reno. “Just…

I have a strange affliction when it comes to talking to my daughter about sex. Yes — she is only two and half, so our current sex talk is limited…

When my daughter was a little over a year old, she made her first real joke; she grabbed my boob in her chubby paws, grinned hugely and announced, “Mine!” I…

There’s something about the word “wife” that just doesn’t inspire naughtiness. Instead it conjures up images of station wagons and oversized, flesh colored undergarments. And when “wife” becomes “mother,” forgettaboutit.…

Why am I writing a sex column when I haven’t had sex for over two weeks now? Exactly. REASON # 1: MY MARRIAGE With a tiny, two-and-a-half foot despot ruling…