My wife had a great idea, and I ran with it — farther than she probably expected.

Scrabble® and sex, both with four players.

How I got from there to here, in fewer than a thousand words.

Liza asked me about cheating. I wince at the word — it reduces something sprawling and tragic to a single dimension of betrayal, when what I did was something far worse: I led a secret, double life.

Liza asks the question this blog can never fully answer: how do you get from twelve years of secret cheating to a healthy open marriage with the same woman?

Some things, even on this blog, are private.

An “exercise pad” at the hourly hotel. We didn’t notice it until we were on our way out.

The holidays aren’t all that conducive to sex — but we managed.

A first date, a hand on a thigh, and a kiss on the street that promised more.

Sometimes the high road gets you exactly where you wanted to go.