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We women are obsessed with our lady gardens. We want everything about them to be perfect. The insides and the outsides. The hair, the skin,
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We women are obsessed with our lady gardens. We want everything about them to be perfect. The insides and the outsides. The hair, the skin,
This past weekend, my freighbors (neighbors who are also friends) and I were sitting around a fire pit, drinking wine, and shooting the shit. We
When I was in high school, one of my teachers declared her shower off-limits to her husband and children. She told the entire class that
I have an amazing super power. It’s the ability to remember the lyrics to every single theme song from popular shows in the 70s and
It’s no secret that I will never again wax my hoo-ha. But that doesn’t mean I don’t like to spruce up my nether region for
Believe it or not, I am actually a bit shy and awkward in-person. No, really—I am. Especially in groups and with new people. So when
Early in our dating phase, Mr. Foxy and I went out to dinner at a fancy restaurant—one with white tablecloths instead of paper ones. I
In retrospect, all the warning signs were there that Mr. Foxy never should have married me. He just didn’t heed them. Some days I question
When I was pregnant with our first child—a girl—there weren’t many baby-making decisions for me and my husband to make, and the ones that we
Mr. Foxy and I recently celebrated our seventeenth wedding anniversary. It’s not a milestone anniversary so I actually had to do the math to remember what
Running errands with my husband while the kids were at their Grandma’s house: Me: “You know what’s awesome about the dress I’m wearing to the
Recently, I was in the awkward position (pun intended—you’ll get it soon) of not wanting to tell the Urgent Care doctor exactly how I injured
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