Writing about sex for the past 15 years has also given us plenty of time to think about how we'd like to raise our daughters, and how we will talk to them (and in some cases, are talking to them) about sex. Here are the top 10 things we want them -- eventually -- to know and understand.
So Green told a story, and it garnered various responses from the Christian world. It made us think, and maybe that's what stories should do. Maybe it's better than pretending to have all the answers about sexuality and eternity.
Last week my 10-year-old son brought home from school "the letter." You know the letter -- the one that makes every pre-pubescent mom's heart miss a beat and wistfully wonder where the past decade has gone?
Please, for the love of God, know that sex is normal and natural. Please do not feel shame if you end up giving in to normal biological urges, but before you do please seek out comprehensive information on sex, contraception, and protection.
Three years ago, the American University administration announced that it would not be signing off on a grant proposal to the US Department of Justice for $300,000 in funding for sexual assault prevention resources because there would be a mandatory education component for students.
The message is clear: the United States public demands the amelioration and perhaps an overhaul of the sexual education system. More importantly, students deserve to receive accurate and objective information.
Besides the fact that no one who is so incredibly, breathtakingly ignorant on contraception should be writing falsehoods about it for a major publication, the truth is that no one in America should be that so incredibly, breathtakingly ignorant on contraception.
Both emotional and physical purity were seen as the gold standard, and presented as totally attainable and absolutely necessary to be in good standing with God. I was completely sincere in my belief at that time and bought it all: hook, line and sinker.
It was a Sunday morning in late September -- the day after my birthday. I was fuzzily turning pancakes on the griddle while Jack perched at the counter flicking the top to the syrup open and closed and open and closed. Out of nowhere, he asked, "Why was I born with autism?"