A recent article we ran on “What Women Crave More than Orgasm” elicited many letters. Here are some:
 
I am sure that women have been craving for more than an orgasm since they started having sex. I think that after 50 we are more conscious about what sex really is for us. It’s not […]

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First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they carried us. They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing and didn’t get tested for diabetes. Then after that trauma, our baby cribs were covered with bright colored lead-based paints.
We had no childproof lids…
on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets […]

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Every time I think I’m in serious danger of becoming a princess because of all my self-indulgences, I am snapped out of it unexpectedly, usually by my husband. He has a knack of knowing not only what will please me, but how happy it will make me to get what most would consider, at best, […]

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Topping the vineyard laden hills of the Piedmont (Piemonte) region in Italy are charming little ancient villages with quaint lodgings, wonderful food and wine specialties. With a romantic getaway in mind, Claudia, hostess extraordinaire, took us on a driving tour down the lovely rural lanes of Monferrato to show us her favorite villas. She insisted […]

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A cautionary tale for those of us who like to kill two birds with one stone. I think the term of choice now is multi-task. If you are one of those taskers, like I am, then you’ll want to know what can befall you if you’re not vigilant.I was risking life, limb, and driver’s […]

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Did you ever notice that from the time we were little kids, we’ve been counting - something or other. The days until summer vacation. The hours til you’ll see him, and then, how long are his parents going to stay? You’re how many days late? Counting push-ups at the gym, calories, carbs, the money in your wallet, the time […]

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The guy who lived directly across the way from me on the 15th floor of the building across the street became a kind of - I wouldn’t say friend - more like an acquaintance - although we’d never met, never spoken, never even acknowledged each other’s presence. Like me, he looked to be in his early […]

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By Elaine Williams
 
Recently I was asked to describe the best years of my life. Being a widow of 4 years and mother, there are many different times I considered to be the best years of my life. When I was younger, I remember summers going on seemingly forever. What wonderful times, playing tag […]

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