It was a cold and sunny Wednesday afternoon, and my 12-year-old son was in the passenger seat as we drove home from picking up new library books from his school. We were cruising down the highway singing along to Top 40 radio and chatting between songs when out of nowhere, he asks, “Mom, do girls really like to be choked during sex?”
Confessional #25842433 "It might seem like I've got amazing self control never snacking at night. Truth is I get lava heart burn if I eat after 6pm. Fourty is fun."
