I was having a conversation with a polyamorist last week. She is a young mother with a husband and a lover. Her husband has other lovers of his own. People in open relationships have always fascinated me.

My friend Rachel won the genetic lottery. She just celebrated her 50th birthday but could easily pass for 30-something. She is gorgeous, spirited, and when she complains about being out of shape, you want to slap her silly.

Warning! I am about to disclose my sex life. If this makes you feel uncomfortable in any way you should stop reading now. If you are one of my kids (you know who you are) you should also stop reading immediately. Ready?

Can I guess how your story began? Was it a chance encounter? You were standing in a long line-up at the local coffee shop and the barista was taking his sweet time. You made some off-the-cuff comment about how if you didn’t get espresso into your system NOW, they’d have to administer it by I.V.

This past Thanksgiving (and family reunion) my younger son Micah asked whether I was lonely. I know he feels concerned about me. He left home in September to start university several hours away; his older brother is studying even farther away on the east coast; and, my husband travels extensively on business.

Jian Ghomeshi’s mother must be mortified. By now you are well aware of the international media frenzy surrounding the popular host of “Q”, CBC’s flagship arts program. CBC fired Jian last week amidst disturbing allegations of sexual impropriety.

Relationships have existed since God made little green apples. But this concept of marrying “for love” is a relatively modern one in our Western civilization. Now, we marry for love and have high expectations that this love will last.

My uncle and aunt were happily married for over 40 years. My aunt’s death from cancer ended a partnership that was a true demonstration of what it means to stick together through thick and through thin, and in sickness and in health. I could never have pictured my uncle with anyone other than my aunt. […]

A scary thought occurred to me today. I am the same age as my mother-in-law was when I first met her. Sure doesn’t seem that long ago. But here I am with sons who are nudging into the age their Dad was when we started to date.

My parent’s generation had it so easy. It was not hard for them to keep an affair secret from their spouse. Phones (only landlines existed) didn’t have caller id, and Blackberry’s were just a lowly fruit that got left at the bottom of the salad bowl. Our parents only got caught due to their own […]