Moist

Words - I love them. I even love the great huge portmanteau words (a la Alice in Wonderland) that carry loads of meanings between their consonants. I am gently mocked by friends and stared at by strangers when my three-syllable ones tumble out instead of shorter, clearer phrases. It's my sloppy brain filing¬†system. I reach…

On porn, or the decidedly awkward moments of writing about sex

As you may know, I have MS. As you also may know, I am writing a book about MS and relationships, particularly intimate relationships. Why? Well, they say, them as can't do , teach... Seriously, though, I started this project (to my children's everlasting squeamishness) when I was first diagnosed with MS. I am single,…

Losing my voices

Some of my pals tell me they are visual types, focused on how a thing looks to determine how they feel about it, or him or her. Not me. I'm a voice gal. I used to swoon regularly listening to Long John Baldry's deep voice, especially his "Oh, Baby!" on "You've lost that Loving Feeling".…