Marriage

A tiny, gorgeous, engaged bartender asked me for marriage advice. I gave her some. But mostly, I just stared.

I bought my wife sexy boots. She wore them for me. I responded like an enormous doofus.

Pillow talk, verbatim.

At the holidays, the marital bed gets crowded — and not in the fun way.

How many of us are more than one person online, and why isn’t anyone studying this?

The sting of rejection is a gift I’d never get if I were monogamous. I’m not sure I’d call it a gift I *want*, but it’s one I need.

Desire is to getting as love is to having. And getting is always better than having.

A married mom, a lurker, reaches out. And now I’m left wondering: what happens when I help someone see possibilities their partner doesn’t want to see?

I’ve finally learned not to give my wife a blender on Valentine’s Day.

Getting old is a bitch. Even when it comes to gazing into your wife’s eyes.