There is a family I know well, and there are four daughters, close in age and the best of friends. Now check out this hilarious photo they posted recently and then gave me permission to write about the back story.
I'm committing to three things in 2015 to become a better lover, partner and husband to my wife: active appreciation, taking responsibility, and telling the truth. I didn't always do these things, but I've discovered a direct correlation to better sex, fun and closeness in our relationship.
The trouble I seem to be experiencing is that, by identifying as a poet, I'm basically declaring that money and/or financial security are not my primary life pursuits. This can be a challenging conversational exchange to have on a date, depending on the goals and interests of the person sitting across from you.
Recently, I took the opportunity to call my two grandmothers to find out what pearls of wisdom I could gather from them on the topic of love, marriage, and relationships. After all, both of my grandmothers were married for over 50 years before their husbands passed away.
At 2:30AM, sitting in a rental car outside a bar in Cambridge, MA, my husband said, "I don't think we should be married anymore."
No, it's not the presents. It's all the little things -- sweet, goofy, endearing -- that make me feel so happy I chose this particular dude to be my partner in doing this whole life and love thing.
A good reason to keep working on your marriage is when both you and your partner are invested and committed. Otherwise if you find yourself stuck in the same old depressing patterns, you may wish to tackle your fear of change.
A quick peck on my cheek, as he dashed out to catch the train for long days at work in New York City -- that's how Tim and I parted each day. We came together again in the same way with a greeting that acknowledged we occupied the same space, but left me longing for a racy Hollywood embrace.
Well, the acting-insane part I knew I could handle. It was the "ten days" that were problematic for me and -- let's be real -- the structural integrity of this movie. Quickly repulsing somebody would be a snap, but it'd also make for a short flick and a shorter article.
You can barely make out the flicker of candlelight from the shadows around the corner and you wondering if you should go and investigate (a seance?) when you hear the soft strains of melodic sex oozing from the record player. Sade. Your spoon stops in mid air. Oh no.
My husband and I are a demonstrative bunch. We kiss and hug every morning when he comes downstairs to go to work. (I am always the first up.) And we do the same every time one of us walks back in the house from being gone.
The year of dates was a practice in discipline. That might sound unromantic, but I'm learning that when you have small children constantly vying for your attention, sometimes you have to practice discipline to create the space for romance.
Why is it that people are suddenly more interesting when someone else can claim ownership to them? There's a certain fascination with meeting someone and judging their worth based on guessing and then learning their relationship status.
The plain truth that they're missing is that physical appearance isn't very important. To some extent, it reflects a life lived, especially at the extreme ends of the "looks" continuum.
There's a general assumption that secrets are bad. But there are all sorts of reasons why, sometimes, coming clean may do more harm than good.
When you've found something that's right for you, you want to be better without force. You get this instant internal drive and motivation to become a better person, to do better work, and to achieve greater things. You feel inspired.