Columns & Collected Essays

My 9-year-old son, Andrew, wants to go to sleep away camp next summer, and I guess I’m going to let him, even though my heart will feel...

When my husband, Brett, and I first fell in love, we were really in love. You know what I mean: madly, blindly, passionately, blah,...

A few weeks ago, on a spring teaser of a glorious Saturday, Brett and I took our children to get new bicycles. You see, they had grown...

Earlier this week on the Huffington Post, Andrea Savage gave us a look at the role that cunnilingus played in this year’s Academy Award...

I’m off to another charity benefit. Want to join me? Here’s the deal. It’s a Saturday night. I’ve blown my hair dry so that it looks...

“I don’t know how this could have happened,” I sighed. “Strange,” my husband, Brett, agreed. “A mystery.” We were holding between us my...