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Would someone else, please decide what’s for dinner?

Published on February 14, 2015 by Jean M. Cogdell7 Comments

Looks like 50 Shades of Grey is a box office hit.

Congrats to E.L. James.

No, I don’t plan to see the movie. Not for the reasons you may think. I just don’t want to spend the money. I did read the book, but I’m not going to bash it here. Ms. James accomplished something most writers like myself only dream of. With so many fans, from housewives to female boardroom executives, I can’t argue with those results.

Whether the book demeans women, promotes abuse, or is an inaccurate portrayal of BDSM is not for me to say. I’m no expert, so I’ll leave that to people more knowledgeable that myself and the book critique to the New York Times.

Love or hate 50 Shades has created quite a buzz.

Like everyone else I have an opinion and it has little to do with BDSM.

Women are tired. Tired of deciding what’s for dinner.

We’d like someone else to step-up to the plate take charge, pay the electric bill (on time) and without
griping about lights on in empty rooms. Tip: check behind the door before you plunge someone into complete darkness. It’s a bitch getting dressed.

In the beginning doing everything is easy. We’re more organized, he’s working long hours, but before long the load becomes heavy.

Working outside the home or not, seems as though planning menus, paying bills, taking kids to scheduled activities and yes, even planning a date night falls onto our shoulders.

Once, just once, we’d like someone else to decide what’s for dinner, and drive through doesn’t count.

So that’s why I think 50 Shades of Grey appeals to so many women. Forget about kinky sex, we want someone to make a damn decision about what’s for dinner.

Am I wrong?

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An Open Love Letter

Published on February 13, 2015 by Jean M. Cogdell5 Comments

For two weeks, we’re inundated with hearts, flowers, and admonitions to invite romance to dinner. To go all out and splurge for the one you love. Well, I don’t know about y’all, but between kids, work, life and grandkids we’ve never made a big deal out of Valentine’s Day. A box of cheap drugstore candy, (for the girls when they were little), a bouquet of flowers (whatever we could afford at the time), and a sappy card summed up Valentine’s Day for us.

But there’s another a reason we’ve never invited romance for a once a year visit and it had little to do with busy lives or money. Why? Because romance lives in our home and always has.

Today, I’m stepping out of my comfort zone to get personal. I want to share with my husband and my readers what real erotic romance means to this Baby Boomer and it has little to do with 50 shades of anything but with almost 50 years of love.

Here’s to you Babe and to the days of romance in our lives.

I find love and romance when you catch me before I fall. (Watching for uneven sidewalks.)
With your strong arms that hold me, and strong heart that protects mine, you say I love you better than any Hallmark card.
When you tuck the hem of my coat safely inside the car, and your hand brushes against my leg, I find that hot.
Waiting for me. (Use your imagination.)
Walking hand in hand and your thumb tickling my palm.
The way you smile when I wear nothing to bed and the touch of your hand as I fall asleep. (Sigh… .)
Eating something you don’t like (I’m a terrible cook.)
Playing games with our grandchildren. (God, that’s sexy.)
Buying me flowers with the groceries. (Nice to know you were thinking about me.)
Letting me drive the golf cart.
Doing the dishes while I take a hot bubble bath. (Nothing has more wow factor than a clean kitchen.)
Making the best damn Dirty Martinis in town. (I only need one.)
Tucking me in at night. (Hmmm… .)
I love waking to your smile and to hear you say, “Good morning Beautiful.” (And… I’m so glad you don’t sleep in contacts.)
You believe in me. (Always and always.)

Since I could wax on and on, listing large and small, what I find loving and romantic about you, I’ll stop with this last one before I become too maudlin.

Knowing with you by my side, I fear nothing, because you’ll slay dragons, chase away my ghosts and fill my life with love and laughter. (Now that’s romance 365 days a year.)

Thank you, Phil, for a romance, love filled life and thank you readers for indulging this writer.

Happy Valentine’s Day!

True Love Waits

Published on February 12, 2015April 16, 2015 by Jean M. Cogdell6 Comments

open_window-t2 — Thanks to Lillie McFerrin Writes

She waited and listened, sitting in the same chair for hours. The road remained silent and empty, just like the last year of her life.

Another day gone, one day left, his letter said this week. Her hand trembled as she moved to close the window and shut out the cool night air. In the distance, a cloud of dust clouded her vision and she ran to meet her love half-way.