When It’s Too Darn Cold #Tuesday Tidbit

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Why didn’t Cole Porter write a song about that as well as it being too darn hot in the summer? When it’s too darn hot, you don’t want to snuggle up with your baby, but when the temperature drops, Mr. Adam is definitely interested in being with his madam.

In parts of Texas, where there’s no electricity, heat, or running water, snuggling under blankets is a great way to keep warm. While you’re at it, if you’re with your significant other, it’s a good time for some hanky panky, another way to keep warm this time of year.

Where am I going with this? I don’t know. I guess I’m just grazing.

Speaking of which, here in Wyoming, cattle are, no doubt, miserable in the snow when the temperature is below zero. They eat more hay, so they can put on more body fat to keep warm. Soon, it will be time for calving, and ranchers who help bring bovine bundles of joy into the world will be just as miserable. But the groundhog saw his shadow, which means there will be a few more weeks of this. I don’t know which is worse, being too darn cold or being too darn hot.

Last week, it was my turn to facilitate my Third Thursday Poets meeting. We usually start with a writing exercise for twenty minutes, then share what we’ve written. For this month’s prompt, I read the group the poem, “February 2nd” by Kay Winters, which you can read here. Then, I suggested that everyone write about whatever in that poem inspired them. The above vignette is the product of some free association on the subject of cold.


By the way, for those of you who use the National Library Service for the Blind and Print Disabled, The Red Dress is available for download from their site here. No matter how you read it, please be sure to review it wherever you can. That goes for all my books. Thank you for stopping by. Stay safe, happy, and healthy.

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Copyright July 2019 by DLD Books

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When Eve went to her high school senior prom, she wore a red dress that her mother had made for her. That night, after dancing with the boy of her dreams, she caught him in the act with her best friend. Months later, Eve, a freshman in college, is bullied into giving the dress to her roommate. After her mother finds out, their relationship is never the same again.

Twenty-five years later, Eve, a bestselling author, is happily married with three children. Although her mother suffers from dementia, she still remembers, and Eve still harbors the guilt for giving the dress away. When she receives a Facebook friend request from her old college roommate and an invitation to her twenty-five-year high school class reunion, then meets her former best friend by chance, she must confront the past in order to face the future.


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49 Ways to Please Your Lover

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I recently heard on National Public Radio that the state of Georgia is considering a bill banning abortions after the first heartbeat is detected. This got me thinking about how women get into situations where they may want to have an abortion. I’ve learned from personal experience that you don’t need sex to have a great relationship.

Soon after we were married, we discovered that my late husband, who was my first and only love, was impotent. This bothered Bill, but it didn’t matter to me. I loved him, and he loved me, and we enjoyed each other’s company. You can read our story in My Ideal Partner: How I Met, Married, and Cared for the Man I Loved Despite Debilitating Odds.

Young people need to understand that unless they want to conceive, sex isn’t necessary. A couple can do other things for pleasure: sports, walking on the beach, or enjoying a movie or meal together. Of course, there’s nothing wrong with kissing, caressing, and snuggling. Bill and I did plenty of that. If there are 50 ways to leave your lover, there must be 49 ways to please your lover. The 50th would be intercourse, defined by my high school P.E. teacher years ago as “the insertion of the penis into the vagina.”


The other night, I had an intriguing phone conversation with some friends who are nudists. They don’t engage in intercourse, but they’ve found other ways to reach orgasm. For one, touching the end of her nose triggers it. For another, nuzzling her earlobe sets her off.

Please don’t get me wrong. I don’t do this sort of thing. Orgasm isn’t something I need. I’m just trying to make a point.

If simply being together and enjoying each other’s company doesn’t bring you enough pleasure and you want a family or are infertile for some reason, then go ahead and have sex. Otherwise, try the 49 ways. I’m sure you’ll find some activity that’s just as fun.


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