A Conjugal Encounter
The Holiday Inn clerk smirked when we checked in early without luggage. He had no clue that after 14 years of marriage and two children, we were in crisis: My wife stating, “I’m not getting my needs met”; our dramatic loss of income; my unwelcome dreams of living separately. No, this was not a tryst but 12 hours of conversation, a conjugal encounter centered on what we wanted and didn’t want from our union. Sure, we made love; conversation is great foreplay. We discovered that the more we communicated, the better the lovemaking. We’ve been married now for more than 50 years. — Tom Willging
Hoping He Has a Bigger Life
Not a day goes by that I don’t think about those big white paws, the fur I’d find everywhere, even in my fridge. I gave up my dog six months ago, and I still struggle to tell people the truth about it. I had fallen ill and become burdened…
