To: J.C. Wilder, I’m glad you have a degree in medicine. She didn’t have a blood clot or a history of high blood pressure. She hadn’t been sick at all.
Ask Sarah what was said to her at…
From Ok, Enough Teasing
To all the Jewish readers of this here hot pink site: l’shana tova. This evening is the start of the Jewish New Year 5769.
Seriously. Could there BE a more fabulous opportunity for Jewish inspirational erotica? I mean, 57 varieties of 69? Hide the pickle?! Here, I’ll even give you a visual for creative inspiration:

I’d also like to share a greeting to all of you, Jewish or not, which I received today from an Israeli SBTB reader named Vera:
Just wanted to Wish you a happy Jewish New Year, Shana Tova Ve Metuka.
May your readership increase like the seeds of the pomegranate, may you succeed with any new enterprises, be the head and not the tail.
For those of you observing Yom Kippur tonight, have an easy fast.
In my house, we roll out of bed on most Saturdays, and hang out in our jammies, eating breakfast, playing games, watching tv, and reading. Here’s a story that will give you that warm-jammies-and-hot-beverage feeling, with proof that true and abiding kindness and love can flourish in the most hideous of circumstances.
A children’s book has been written based on the story, and a film and autobiography are now in the works. There’s some online (of course) who question the veracity of Herman and Roma Rosenblat’s story, but in my slippers with my family, warm and safe, I’m happy to embrace the idea that it’s true.