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?
Why You Need to Film your most Painful Moments
I never filmed any of my baby deliveries. Not the twenty-two hour labor with suction, forceps and episiotomy – the one where I alternately begged to be put out of my misery and yelled at the Hot Man to go find a different doctor who would know what to do with my misery. Not the… Continue reading Why You Need to Film your most Painful Moments
Sex Talk in the Samoa Observer
My second column in the Samoa Observer went live while I was there for the book launch... As a Samoan woman, I know it can be difficult for us to talk with our parents, children, friends and our partners about certain things - things like intimacy, emotions and relationships. But the world is talking about… Continue reading Sex Talk in the Samoa Observer
First Born of My Heart
Big Son turned eighteen the other day. I cried. (Of course.) He rejoiced. Of course. As we helped him celebrate the occasion with a social gathering of his friends (aka a party), I reflected on the journey I've taken with this first born child of my heart. There are pro's and con's about being the… Continue reading First Born of My Heart
When you’re so Pitiful that Your own Kid Tells You off.
You know what I hate the most about being an author who publishes her own books? Having to be my own publicist and promoter and network navigator. Not only does it require that I leave my cave, it also requires that I talk to strangers about my work in an assertive and confident way....which makes… Continue reading When you’re so Pitiful that Your own Kid Tells You off.
My Muscles Are Busting Out of My Shirt
Big Son came to tell me that he had gotten Bigger. Over the holidays. He was wearing his school uniform. He stood in the doorway and flexed a muscle boy flex pose. "See Mum? I think I need new shirts. My chest, my back, my arms - they've grown and I cant fit these shirts… Continue reading My Muscles Are Busting Out of My Shirt