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A bride’s lament, a smoker’s remorse, a swingers’ resort
By Our ReadersFebruary 2017September 2016Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. . . . You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life. . . . They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you.
Neil Gaiman, The Sandman
The first time the married man tells you to kneel and wait for him, you are at home in your pajamas. He is at work, and his text arrives over your phone: how fast can you put on a sexy outfit complete with shoes and unlock your door and be kneeling silent in your apartment when i come in.
By Claire HallidaySeptember 2016For most of history it was inconceivable that people would choose their mates on the basis of something as fragile and irrational as love and then focus all their sexual, intimate, and altruistic desires on the resulting marriage.
By Stephanie CoontzSeptember 2016One quality that helps a marriage work is when partners respect each other and are each grateful for what the other brings to the relationship. Relationships run on an economy of gratitude. And if your partner needs to change his or her behavior, it’s important to ask for that change without attributing bad motives to the behavior. When you do argue, or when your partner gets angry, look for the soft emotion under the hard one and talk to that. A belief in the goodwill of the other person is critical.
By Mark LevitonSeptember 2016I don’t remember feeling fear, only exhilaration and gratitude, like in my dreams. A feeling of ah. The sky was brilliant blue, cloudless. The balloon was yellow. We rose and rose until the pilot turned off the burner, and then it was quiet except for our voices, the creaking basket, and an occasional whoosh of air against nylon. From five thousand feet, everything on the ground seemed small, forgivable.
By Kim ChurchApril 2016Getting in shape, losing a spouse, forgiving an ex
By Our ReadersJanuary 2016The first bends his knees and raises his clasped hands over his head. Aims the slim knife of himself at the water. And leaps.
By Joe WilkinsAugust 2014An unexpected harvest, a sympathetic ear, a compromising position
By Our ReadersAugust 2014A convent; an ER’s “safe room”; a cage within a cage, inside a prison within a prison
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