Charting our astrology helped us find a higher love. — Our first date ended at my place. In entering my pastel-colored bedroom in my first off-campus apartment, he gravitated toward my bookshelf and stopped to examine its contents. …

The terror in her eyes had nothing to do with the dusty, old spiderwebs. — Trembling, she opened the door, “I don’t want to live here, please… don’t make me live here.” Sometimes I joined my friend in cleaning houses for extra income. On the day this story takes place, we were performing a “clean-out.” Those are reserved for when people are moving into or…

Would you teach your kid to curse for a lesson in self-love? — My eight-year-old (she/they) came home from school one day, “Scorned Friend said something really mean to me today.” “Oh, what did they say?” I asked. “He said, ‘You eat too much to be that skinny.’ — Did he just fat-shame me and skinny-shame me at the same time?’” she reflected. …

How does one go from living a vanilla, volunteer mom life to sharing her sexual escapades with strangers? — “This is the true joy in life, being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one. Being a force of nature instead of a feverish, selfish little clod of ailments and grievances, complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy. I am of…

To spank or not to spank? — Exploring kink through porn and girl talk. My experience with porn was, until recently… quite limited. A floor-to-ceiling, black-and-white photo of a nude aerial circus performer hung (an unintended pun — how fun!) for decades in my Valhalla-believing (late) father’s bedroom. One curious…

I don’t recommend starting your period at sleep-away camp unless you need Jesus in your heart — I kept finding brown stuff in my underwear. Yucky, gooey brown stuff — in my underwear. She hummed an indiscernible tune with great contentment while she wrote Sasha M. on the waistbands of my underwear, one for each day of the week. …

I warned him about the mischief in her eyes. — A few Saturdays a year, I meet a friend to have dinner and relax at the naked spa. I started to say my goodbyes and goodnights to my partner and child and then I saw it, the infamous twinkle of mischief in her eye. Turning to my partner, “You’d better…

My eight-year-old’s response was wise beyond their years. — She had just delivered a strong audition for one of the lead roles in our local Jr. Broadway show and we were walking to the local Mexican restaurant to celebrate, just the two of us. Earlier that day, I picked her up from theater camp. As our car made the…

Our sex life was mostly vanilla. Aside from exploring a dozen or so positions, oral, the occasional spank, and that one time he stuck his finger in my butt, we kept it pretty basic. — I was entering my sexual prime and was so deprived of all things sex-related, that my more sexually-inclined mom friends banded together to organize an intervention. It started with a gift certificate to Babeland. I’m sure they were hoping I’d pick items that would be of immediate benefits like a…