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Overexposed

Overexposed

Cupid spoke with journalist, professor, and author Susan Shapiro about her latest work, OVEREXPOSED.

By Krissy Dolor Rachel Solomon is a young Manhattan photographer who wanted out from her Jewish Midwestern roots. Enter Elizabeth Mann: WASP friend, career mentor, and future sister-in-law, who’s about to marry Rachel’s brother, and fully integrate herself into the Solomon family – complete with four babies all named after Rachel’s dead Yiddish-speaking relatives.

Speed-Shrink Your Way To True Love

Speed-Shrink Your Way To True Love

Susan Shapiro hosts an event where both editors and shrinks share the secrets to true love.

This coming Friday, February 12, Susan Shapiro—the author of novel Speed Shrinking—is hosting a Speed Shrinking for Love Party at the Washington Square Institute, from 7-9 p.m. The relationship-challenged and lovelorn are invited to come and watch 16 shrinks, relationship gurus, agents and editors answer the question: How do I find my true love faster?

lit crawl

YourTango Writers Take Part In NYC Lit Crawl

YourTango writers tell all Saturday, May 16 at Bowery Electric in New York City.

If you're in the New York City area, come hear YourTango writers speak about bringing their relationship experiences to the (web) page, join us this Saturday, May 16, at 7pm as part of Lit Crawl NYC.

How I Fell Madly In Lust With My Husband

How I Fell Madly In Lust With My Husband

Good sex and marriage are not mutually exclusive.

Aaron was tall, handsome, brilliant, funny—everything I wanted in a lover except reckless. Indeed, the kinkiest thing about him was his luxuriant Jewish boy's 'fro; I loved to run my fingers through his curls. He was raised to be a suburban gentleman in the conservative 1950's and went to college in the liberated 70's—which may explain why he wasn't bitch-slapping me while pretending he was a pimp and I was his hooker, or playing the principal punishing the naughty schoolgirl sent to his office, or acting like a kidnapper tying up his naked, quivering victim. Instead, he put his ardor into his work while making sweet, calm, comfortable love to his wife once every week or two. Or three. Okay, a few years into our marriage, we sometimes went an entire month without even a quickie.