by Wendy Strgar October 02, 2006
I feel compelled to say something about having sex even when your relationship feels like it doesn’t quite deserve it. I am happily married, mostly, but, it is work and sometimes when the tension builds, and there is not enough time or resources, or worse still, not enough recognition or kindness to go around. It is truly a stretch to want to think of opening myself up to the deepest part of me.
This poem reminds me of the truth that I can often remember to tell others, but sometimes forget for myself. That the time that I feel most hardened and separate from my husband is the time when the soothing salve of a night in our bed can make the most difference. So I make myself remember what it feels like to be held from deep inside and I let my imagination roam a little. Just far enough
to imagine that the places keeping me separate from him are just a short walk… not nearly a whole universe away, it’s close to home.
by Wendy Strgar June 13, 2018
I remember one of the fathers of a little girl on a soccer team I was coaching years ago who came out to me and told me he was going to go through a transgender process. We were friends, so I was able to ask him about his motivations to go through the painful and expensive process. He said he wanted to finally look how he felt.
by Wendy Strgar June 06, 2018
by Wendy Strgar May 31, 2018