marriage

It's the most overtly sexual life choice I've ever made, and it's fun. I feel the urge to call someone, to tell them what I just did, to brag.

I am on my knees in 15-degree weather scrubbing poop from the sidewalk, and I have an epiphany of sorts—I do not want this dog.

If my wife and son had thought bubbles above their heads, like in the comics, you would be able to read them saying, "dog dog dog dog dog dog dog."

A new paper says married sex after 50 is a serious upgrade from the 20-something hot-but-confusing dating malaise.

Several of my relatives—especially those steeped in religion—have balked at our decision.

Irritation is the way of all flesh. The question is, if you're going to be annoyed for all of eternity, who do you want to be doing the annoying?

I know I love my boyfriend and I think I’m ready to get married but how do I know if he’s the one I want to spend the rest of my life with?

Forgiveness is possible, and infidelity isn't the end of the world if you don't want it to be. I learned love is work, and it's ugly and it's messy.