In my last post I told you about the time Dale brought me a red-ripe strawberry and how touched I was by that gesture. Now I’m wondering if he had an ulterior motive. Why? I just read that among the things  known to, shall we say, “stoke the fires” is the color red, red as in fully ripened strawberry. Here’s what else I just read:

Certain foods boost that I’d-like-to-jump-your-bones feeling. Like almonds. Who… Read the rest

My book Frequent Foreplay Miles, Your Ticket to Total Intimacy comes out next month. Can’t wait! I’ve been working on this project for what feels like forever. Writing a book is a lonely endeavor. But it requires the support of those who get short shrift while you’re holed up in your office writing, re-writing, editing, staring at a blank screen, etc. My guy Dale earned about a bazillion Frequent Foreplay Miles during the process.… Read the rest

Hey, check out my just-published article.  Here’s an excerpt . . .

Things go wrong. The oven malfunctions, the appetizer burns, and your snooty in-laws arrive to a smoke-filled house. You’re leaving for your brother’s wedding and the baby throws up on the perfect silk dress you shopped for months to find. The flight home from the conference your boss made you attend is late. You miss your own birthday party.
A meltdown… Read the rest

Okay, I know that every person on the planet has weighed in on the Jon & Kate marriage debacle. I’ve wanted to give them the “privacy” they deserve even if they are hell-bent on airing their dirty laundry in public. But, with this last bit of news—the cops being summoned to the house—I can’t help myself. It’s easy to point the finger of blame and say that Kate is a control freak and drove… Read the rest

News flash!  The older you are the happier you are–or so says a new study. I’m not surprised.

I’ve reached the big six-oh and I’m happier than I’ve ever been. I no longer care–as I did in my youth–about wearing shoes that look fabulous when you’re sitting down but in which you cannot walk more than 2 steps without wincing in agony. I dress around my bunions and I do not care if my shoes are… Read the rest

Sometimes I think communication between sweethearts is a lot like the Gary Larson cartoon where, in the first frame, the man is speaking to the dog in English. The caption reads, “What the man is saying.” In the next frame, the man is saying, “Blah, blah, blah,” and the caption reads, “What the dog is hearing.”

Back in our dating days, after hubby Dale had… Read the rest

I am a nut cake about being on time.  I hate being late and it makes me crazy when others keep me waiting.  Dale, on the other hand, is relaxed about time commitments.  In the early days of our relationship, he was late often enough that my belief about him became “he is always late.”   I came to expect that he would not arrive at… Read the rest

One of the coolest things about Frequent Foreplay Miles is the bazillion ways in which you can earn them.  Here’s a great example that came from one of my workshop attendees . . .

Susan had a particularly bad day at work, starting with a computer crash and the resignation of her top programmer.  Stan wanted to have flowers waiting for Susan when she got… Read the rest

Have you ever contemplated your relationship and wondered, “If we’re so made for each other, how come we so often butt head, step on each other’s toes, and get our wires crossed?”  Why are there so many opportunities for two perfectly sane human beings to become insanely set in their own ideas of what’s right and what’s not? I think it’s because each of us… Read the rest

Would you be surprised to hear me say that keeping score can keep your marriage happy and strong?  That may fly in the face of what relationship gurus have been spouting since Eve met Adam, but show me a sweetheart who hasn’t said, “You owe me one,” or “You just lost a few points,” and I’ll show you a sweetheart who’s stopped paying attention.  I… Read the rest