Divorce is hard. It just is. There's no way around it, either. To get out the other side we have to go through it. Period. If you're the person who has been left and especially if the leaving hasn't been, well, the cleanest, it can be even more difficult. We talk a lot today about "closure," how . . .
A wise friend commented the other day: "Sometimes, unconditional love comes with conditions." He threw it out there, almost without thinking, but I DID think about it. It was a provocative statement, because it implies that there may be no unconditional love. Of course, we believe unconditional . . .
Sometimes, the brain is very over-rated. On the other hand, the heart can take us down paths that we might have wished we hadn't walked. Wait. Is that really true? Nahh. I don't believe that for a minute, now that I see it in black and white. The heart wants what the heart wants, and sometimes . . .
Ancient lovers had some romantic thoughts....they believed that the spirit was carried in the breath and that's how kissing united souls. I can't say that they're wrong, can you? Have you ever experienced the uniting of souls with just a kiss? A kiss isn't just a kiss, not at all. It can be the . . .
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I want to know what became of the changes we waited for love to bring. -Jackson Browne/The Pretender "I want to know what became of the changes we waited for love to bring." Is there really another question for us Baby Boomers? I think this is the only one. . . .
It was 1960 when Connie Francis was signed for the film, Where the Boys Are, a movie that marked the end of the innocence of youth, 1950s style. The plaintive yearning of the song as she sung it was well known to young girls of that era, girls who wouldn't say blow job out loud, even if it was what . . .
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Mercilessly, the rain beat down from a grey sky. As I clicked my windshield wiper lever to high, I looked up at the Santa Cruz mountains framing the road, the same ones I'd see on my way to your house with brownies, a coloring book, home-made chicken soup, a book, lemon cake or with Riley. I was . . .
In this month of love, here's a quote on the gift of love by Dr. Love himself, Leo Buscaglia, PhD. His definition of love--and why we love--is, itself, a gift of love. I was his fan early on. This interesting man was a college professor at the University of Southern California, an author and a . . .
