A little while ago a friend sends me a message asking for specific details regarding our artichoke jar inseminations. A few days later she sends me a long response thanking me for the information and tells me that she and her husband have been trying to get pregnant, without success, for 10 months now. They have two more months to try to conceive "naturally" before their doctor will give them a referral to a fertility clinic. And in the meantime their marriage is really suffering. Sex has become a chore and they are both frustrated, grumpy, and on edge. Enter: making babies the lesbian way.
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My husband and I made a New Year's resolution about five years ago to get our finances in order — we finally got around to it this year. After all the Googling and reading, the budget process that clicked for us was the Zero Based Budget (full disclosure this is the budget that Dave Ramsey recommends.) The way it works is this…
Cobbling together a last-minute Fourth of July party doesn't have to be hard. The easiest way to throw a last-minute party is always to host a potluck/BYOB shindig.
I assisted my new fella, the creator and editor of a Portland-based magazine, in securing an interview with a body painter. Being the self-conscious person I was, the thought of volunteering myself for this project was brief and fleeting. I figured there was no way my body could look good being painted like that, as it requires the model to be naked. However, over the six hours it took to paint her from start to finish, I started thinking very heavily about what I was seeing and feeling, and my epiphany started taking shape.
We drove to Yellowstone National Park, then onto Glacier National Park — originally planning on going into Canada and Waterton Lakes, but alas, we forgot our passports! We planned on camping the whole time, possibly even doing an overnight backpacking trail, but the weather did NOT cooperate with us.
It happens slowly at first. You notice little things and you make sense of them, you brush them away with a sort of convoluted logic, not unlike a wish, and you assure yourself it can't really be happening. It is unthinkable, that someone who is so alive, so bright, brighter than almost anyone, could be dimming. Then you notice more things, and what once was unthinkable becomes undeniable, and all you want to do is to stop it, there must be away to stop it! You can't just stand back and watch them changing, can you?
In the past six years my husband and I (and our two pets) have lived in five countries (and I don't mean ones particularly close together). Having never found that mythical place called "home," a few months ago we put our most recent dwelling on the market, and two weeks ago we moved into our motorhome.Yesterday, my father-in-law mentioned he looks forward to us "putting down roots." And so, as I easily do, I'm questioning… What is the benefit I'm missing out on (that I've really never known) of being part of one specific community? Does it exist as an RVer, as an ongoing traveller?