The Time Someone Died on Our Valentine’s Date

After a Valentine’s dinner at a Chili’s when we were freshmen in college, Paul and I decided to step things up for our sophomore-year Valentine’s date. We found a more upscale restaurant in Boston that we could still afford and Paul even agreed to see the romantic comedy of my choosing at a nearby theater. But fate had other plans. Continue reading

Home for the Holidays: Would You Get It On in Someone Else’s House?

Given that my parents and my husband’s parents live five minutes away from each other–and we live an hour away from either set–we usually wind up spending the night in our hometown of Staten Island, NY, once or twice a year. This Christmas Eve/Hanukkah, we found ourselves on a full-size air mattress in my childhood bedroom. Continue reading