First of all, as a women who was petrified of losing my identity, and wrote a book about it called Sippy Cups Are Not For Chardonnay: And Other things I had to learn as a new mom, I totally identify. I loved sex before my baby came along. With the baby came a world of anxiety and identity confusion which didn't exactly lead to the heights of sexual ecstasy. I found myself just trying to please my husband to 'do my part' rather than go about it for my own pleasure. I wrote about this in my book and hope that other women relate and I don't get the kind of bitchy letters that some readers are sending. This wasn't whiny, it was confessional. We need more of that!
Much of the initial coverage about Fort Hood turned out to be wrong. Is there anything wrong with that?
The accountability imposed by another country for the CIA's kidnapping and torture reveals much about our own.
Fox News' morning show plays to type, talking about whether Muslims in the Army should face "special debriefings"
The Maine fight was supposed to be the dress rehearsal for repealing California's Prop. 8 -- but gay marriage lost
Once one obtains Seriousness credentials in the Washington media, they are irrevocable no matter one's conduct.
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