Sarcasm Is My Love Language
✅ QUALITY TIME This prevails as my number one love language. At the time, my husband’s frequent flyer business, often conducted on the golf course, had us passing like ships…
Divorce…The End Of An Error
In our early years, the running joke was if one of us left the marriage, you had to take the kids with you. The thought of single-parenting toddlers kept us…
The Art of Communicating…Sangria Style
Fourteen months ago, the sisterhood abruptly shifted from broadcasting in front of a live studio audience to a one woman sound booth. Insert an endless commercial break here. In the…
The Evolution of Sex
I lost my virginity, but I still have the box it came in! Chapter I: We have the right tools for the job, but no idea how to use them.…
‘Til Death Do Us Part
One day, long long ago, there lived a woman Who did not whine, nag, or bitch. But it was a long time ago, And it was just that one day.…
Dear Mother-In-Law
After my son's dental surgery, his girlfriend and I fussed over him, quietly competing for who loves him most. Mother-in-law clashes are customary, but for the first time I walked…
When You’re Married A Billion Years, And Still Dancing
On Sep. 23, Val & Ken celebrate 22 years of wedded bliss (oxymoron). We’ve loved and hated. Fought and made up. Created life and mourned death. He’s seen the ice-queen…
Sangria Sisters Guide to What Men Want
I’m used to my guy's eyes glazing over by my long-winded rambling. I like sharing soap opera details, he prefers the highlight reel. If he’s glued to the TV and…
