Orgasm is Not a Dirty Word

Orgasm is Not a Dirty Word

It was my first romance book from the library that ignited me for the first time. I must have been fifteen or so. I didn’t know what the strange but addictive gnawing in my belly was. I read the story, the dirty, detailed descriptions. I raced through dinner so I...
Nature is My New Temple

Nature is My New Temple

I didn’t grow up appreciating nature. It wasn’t really a Mormon thing. We worshiped in buildings, got married in bigger buildings, and only occasionally did we embrace the outdoors. When we did manage to go out to the forest, it was never to simply be, but instead to...