by Jen Ferguson There were no bows. No pretty paper to unwrap. No tag or tissue paper. No ribbons to untie. But it was still a gift. A priceless gift. A few years ago when I asked my husband Craig “When’s the last time you looked at porn?” I wasn’t expecting the answer he gave me. I had expected something like this: It’s been a long time. I can’t remember the last time. I’ve been tempted, but I haven’t given... Read more