It's 2am and I'm hot. No, not as in HOT to get busy with that man who sleeps in the same bed as me. (Even though he is rather delicious.) And not HOT as in supermodel strutting down a catwalk HOT DAAAYUUM GIRL YOU ARE ON FIRE WITH YOUR SEXILICIOUS SELF hot either. I'm not… Continue reading I’m a Hot Woman of the Night.
Thirteen years ago our lastest baby was born premature, via an emergency c-section at National Womens Hospital in Auckland New Zealand. She arrived after I stayed in hospital for many weeks trying to #keepHerInUtero and growing for as long as possible. I was sick with pre-eclampsia and each day as I got more swollen and… Continue reading Bella’s World
I was invited to speak at a Youth Careers Evening where two of my Fab5 would be in attendance. In other words, the possibility of embarassing my children was very real. Big Daughter's advice - "Tell them about going on book tour and all the people that line up for you to sign their book.… Continue reading You Can’t Handle The Truth.
A powerful read. Thought-provoking.
Your sex drive? It’s your problem.
I know you’ve been led to believe that it’s the girl’s fault; the way she dresses, the shape of her body, her flirtatious nature, her mixed messages.
I know you’ve grown-up reading and hearing that since guys are really “visual”, that the ladies need to manage all of that by covering-up and keeping it hidden; that they need to drive this whole physical relationship deal, because we’re not capable.
That’s a load of crap.
You and me, we are visual.
We do love the shape of women’s bodies.
We are tempted and aroused by their physicality.
And all of that, is on us, not on them.
You see, we actually live…
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A message for the Single Ladies from Samoa. (But not the skinny ones.) I got in to New Orleans at 1am and went straight to the hotel which is in the French Quarter. Couldnt sleep because I'm on Samoa time and at 7.30am I was up and out for a walk, doing the tourist thing… Continue reading You Is Beautiful
I'm packing for the Romantic Times Booklovers Convention. Last year it was in Kansas City Missouri and involved various escapades with snowballs, biscuitsngravy and getting reported for excessive noise (ie. Raucous laughter and DietCoke drunkenness) while hanging out in E.L James suite. This year RT is in New Orleans Louisiana. There wont be any surprise… Continue reading Swamp Snakes and Alligators
There are those who like to boast about their sex adventurous selves. They get busy on planes, trains and buses. Skyscrapers, ski lifts and roller coasters. In stadium crowds, nightclub dancefloors, and public swimming pools. (Eww) They revel in being Sex Daredevils... 'We did it up against a tree while we were mountain hiking!' 'Oh… Continue reading Are You a Sex Ninja?
I hate going to the beach. I love looking at the beach but despise sitting there...hanging out there...and most definitely, the mere thought of LIVING there. Why? A beach is sandy. Dirty. Hot. Sweaty. Often bug-gy. And you have to lug insane amounts of stuff to be able to subsist there for a day. Or… Continue reading Unforgettable Hot Nights. At the Beach.
I wrote a guest post for the Young Mormon Feminist site sharing my views and concerns regarding gender issues within the LDS church, specific to my experiences as a Samoan woman living in Samoa and NZ. You can read it here.
by Lani Wendt Young
I was driving home from church one Sunday, when I saw a couple dressed in church clothes, having an altercation by the roadside. The man was shouting, dragging the woman ( his wife?) by the hair with one hand. With the other he held his scriptures and was using them to beat her around the face and head as she cowered and struggled. Two small children stood to the side, crying.
It’s been a long time now, but that’s an image I have never forgotten. The symbolism brutally obvious. A man using the weight of scripture and religious authority to subdue a woman.
My name is…
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This conversation just happened. "It's the long Easter holiday weekend. I'm looking forward to our camp at the beach with the kids, aren't you?" he asked. "No. I'm not," she said. Actually, it was more of a 'she snarled.' Surprise. "Why? What's the matter? It's a holiday! Time to relax and enjoy family time," he… Continue reading Freeze Your Family for Easter