Why We Need To talk About Sex

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recently gave a lecture to a group of physicians about the importance of talking about sex with patients. I believe it should be an integral part of an evaluation of an individuals’ overall health and well-being. We receive so little training about this in medical school. An article was recently published in the New York Times (3/20/2016) entitled “When Did Porn Become Sex Ed?” People are not talking to their parents, their children, or their doctors, so they turn to the Internet.

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I love my Turkish towel…and here’s why

When my daughter, Ayla, came home from Australia yesterday and handed me a Turkish towel as her gift, I knew what I had to write about today.

Americans are not so familiar with Turkish towels – they are all the rage in Australia. Pictures don’t do them justice. They are wonderful. Before we get to that, her gift also brought me back to the time we traveled to Istanbul, just the two of us. We were in Tel Aviv and we decided to take the short trip from Tel Aviv to Istanbul, a city on my bucket list.

Visiting a Turkish bath was one of the highlights of that wondrous trip to Istanbul, a city that bombards you with tastes and smells, ancient and modern, chaos and mystery.  We walked with trepidation to Cagaloglu Hamami. It was built in 1741 by Sultan Mahmut, and is a gorgeous place. 

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PLATONIC LOVE

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I am all about relationships. I have always been fascinated by the interplay in erotic and nonsexual relationships. One that seems to puzzle many of us is the idea of a platonic relationship.

I have had a dynamic, complex, wonderful relationship with a man for several years. So few of my friends have such a close connection with a man who is not their lover or spouse. I’m sure half the city assumes we are having an affair. My kids have suspected it for years. My husband was cool about it until people started commenting, then he became suspicious.

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Somebody Turn on the Game

 

 

The football shrine in my bedroom
The football shrine in my bedroom

Not sure how many of you know about my love for football. I know, sounds incongruous to my nature. It is a passion of mine and passions are healthy. I won’t talk about the medical dangers; focusing on the Love not the Medicine. Right now I just need to vent.

I am a latecomer to the sport, my interest started in 1992. My dear friend in Israel, Vivian, casually said, “I think you would really like football. There’s this guy, Brett Favre…”

She met me a few weeks later in Tel Aviv at 3am, and we watched the Broncos beat the Packers in the Superbowl.  She patiently explained what a first down is, before there were yellow lines to mark it. As I started watching, my memory was jogged and I recalled my mom screaming at the TV, following her beloved Packers and Wisconsin Badgers. It was totally unrelatable. My dad had no interest. Her last words, the day she died were “somebody turn on the game” and then she was gone.

So, basically I have become quite the football fanatic. I bet every week, with my Vivian, on 7 games against the spread. We are the only women in a large football pool and we are quite good.  No judging! Our winnings one year paid for my son’s Bar Mitzvah.

Let’s talk about yesterday’s game when the Packers lost to the Arizona Cardinals in the divisional playoffs.  We were 7 point underdogs and had lost badly to Arizona weeks ago. We played with heart. Rodgers’ Hail Mary with no time left was epic. The excitement in the frigid air was palpable. You couldn’t help but think: here we are in 1 degree, wind chills of -20 and they are in Arizona, couldn’t we at least have another game to look forward to as we face the winter??? But instead, two plays later in overtime, it was over. How do you leave Larry Fitzgerald open? Such short elation time! Such a tease.

We would have gone all the way if we had won that game. Now our season is over. And winter just got a few degrees colder.

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