Hi, my name is Debby Herbenick.
I like friends, family, flowers, leaves, beaches, warm weather, gardening and the smell of morning. I plant bulbs and dream about them coming up in the spring.
I write about sex at www.MySexProfessor.com
Here I write mostly about things that are not so overtly about sex.
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The other day I wrote about feelings of discovery, a post I enjoyed writing and - even after it went live - thinking about. It’s something I keep thinking about maybe because we’re on the cusp of a seasonal change, only a week+ away from turning into Fall and all that entails.
I’ve been thinking about what it felt like to start school in what felt like the Fall - my first “real” fall in NH at age 17 (all my other years of elementary school, middle school and high school were in Florida). I’ve also been thinking about how it feels to walk outside in the Fall, how it feels to hold hands or lean on someone’s shoulder, the way a scarf feels around my neck, the scents of Fall, the colors of turning leaves, the things I’ve seen and done already and all the things that I have no idea about yet that are still to come. And the Next Big Grand Adventures that I hope to have in my life sooner rather than later.
Good thoughts.
[Time for Rediscovery: In the Jungles of Life and of Love]
…after looking at some Fall dresses online the past few days, I can’t help but think of being in New Hampshire in the Fall, getting ready to start my senior year of high school and wondering what lay in store. How did I ever think that 17 was “old”?
Check out my recent post on sex and love after heartbreak and loss. This one was a difficult and very personal one for me to write, but it was one of those that simply had to be written. It stemmed from a dinner I had several weeks ago with a woman who had recently lost her mother. Though I barely knew her, our conversation took the kind of turn that conversations only take when you’ve been (somewhat) there, too. Then this weekend I had one of those “oh my gosh, I will never do that thing over there with my dad again” moments and it unravelled from there… or perhaps I should say that things came together in this post as I worked through the grief that comes up from time to time when you’ve lost as a parent, as I did some years ago.
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