Pamela Fagan Hutchins

Holding Nothing Back

Pamela Fagan Hutchins - Holding Nothing Back

The End is the Beginning.

A normal day at our house, but I keep trying: I will fall short. I will be a PMS-y bitch. I will lose my temper and scream like a banshee. I will get a rejection letter and sink into days of funk. I will pull to the side of the road in the middle of a bike ride on a perfect day and sob because my whole body hurts from the poison of those damn hormones, ruining Eric’s day in the process of trashing mine.

Kiss and make-up or die trying.

Thirty days. Thirty frickin days of real life with dogs with fleas, kids with issues, travel, illness, wrecked cars, work, errands, traffic, and a humdinger of a disagreement. How do you sustain intimacy for thirty days through all of that, the every day crap that drains the romance out of our souls and the libidos out of our bodies?

Looking for love in all the right places.

I think I’ve got sex on the brain. My husband – the other half of our couple who makes you want to puke – is in India for 2 weeks. So I certainly don’t have sex on the bed or the sofa or the kitchen counter right now. None at all. But you can: Click through to read about the 30-day intimacy challenge for couples & follow on twitter at #30days.