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Who takes the lead?

Who takes the lead?

Just a quick note today as I’m running off to some more yoga teacher training this week. It’s been crazy intense. I’m exhausted and my body feels as if I spent an hour in the spin cycle of my washing machine. Tonight, Jim and I go to our beginning Latin Dance class. This is Day Four. And we’re not so good. Yet. We signed up in order to have another date night during the week...

Date Night

Date Night

When Peter and I pass the fancy Italian restaurant on the corner, I always ask, “When are you going to take me on a date here?”  This place is the real deal.  Black Escalades line-up out front along with women – hair measuring the circumference of the sun -  in designer heels, busty frocks and enough gold to save the banking system.  It’s the kind of place...

Impromptu date! Sort of.

Impromptu date! Sort of.

The romance is not dead, people! As our seventh anniversary draws closer, Jim and I have been trying to keep things spicy by doing new and different things. And I’m not talking rated-x stuff (I’ll save that for another post). We’re going to new places, seeing new sites, and infusing as much of our time together with affection, joy and energy. Even when it comes to our mundane...