Tag Archives: Esther Perel

That Same Old Love

Falling in love is so much fun. Infatuation, lust, insecurity, and being so high you forget your ATM pin. Now that I’m married, falling in love is inconvenient at best, a mortal sin at worst. Doesn’t mean it doesn’t happen. … Continue reading

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