Live your life like the main character in a romance novel
It’s six o’clock on a Sunday night. Your feisty guy is sitting on the couch bingeing season after season of deer hunting shows, simultaneously spilling popcorn all over the floor.
Fourteen years ago, I married a European. English is not his first language, or his second or third or fourth. And because of that, in our early days, we often misunderstood each other in hilarious ways. Even though his English was pretty good, figures of speech left him completely flummoxed.
How to deal with excessive corona-caused cabin fever
If you happened to read “When Your Vagina is a Lot like a Tractor” in a previous issue, you might have been wondering … how are things working out for Blanche?
“A little harder. Mmm, like that. Oh God, yes. That’s perfect. Now a little faster. Yeah. I love that.”