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Ladies Talking Love

Accurate and shame-free women's health and sexuality education. I help women live up to their potential for joy and fulfillment in their marriages.

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Reader, I looked up at my therapist with a blank stare and a lump in my throat. He had asked me what I was going to do with a weekend all to myself. Frankly, I was terrified! Looking back at this moment, it was obvious that I had completely lost myself in motherhood. At 8 months pregnant with my second, I felt lost knowing I'd be home alone for a weekend. I had nothing I was looking forward to doing and no ideas of what I'd even like to do. I didn't know how to start finding myself and things...

Reader, it's that time of year! The time where magic can happen, but the rush sometimes overshadows simple moments of connection. I came across this simple formula the other day on Instagram that blew me away with its simplicity, but also its potential to foster meaningful daily connection with your spouse. It uses the acronym T.E.A.M., which makes it easy to remember when I'm lying in bed exhausted at the end of the day and want to connect with Kyle, but just don't know how. Now, I have a...

Reader, here is your reminder and permission slip: When you're feeling resentful, it's often a sign you need to speak up. This story is shared with Kyle's permission 💛 Last week I was doing the dinner and bedtime rush... alone. Kyle was downstairs working late. I'd asked him what time he'd be done, and that time had come and gone. At first I felt fine, but as the minutes ticked by (and I kept checking the clock), my resentment was building. When he finally came upstairs, my resentment reached...

They usually happen once per year: ... and it's over Halloween costumes! Days before Halloween, you can find Kyle (my husband) and I, up way too late working with hot glue, felt, cardboard, and second hand clothing items. We piece together these items, with what we have around the house, to create our Halloween costumes. We love dressing up, especially as a family. But apparently working on projects past midnight, with the stress of a deadline, and differing ideas about how to create our...

Reader, it usually began with trying to find 'modest' clothes. I carried a huge pile of clothes into the dressing room and set them down with a groan of relief. Now the work began. What would pass the modesty standards. First, my pants had to be almost up to my bellybutton. You're thinking, yeah, no problem! But girl, these were the days of low rise jeans. Only grandma's wore pants up to their belly button. Next, my pants couldn't be too tight (another feat, as designers apparently thought...