It's always amusing (if not a tad aggravating) that charming scoundrels always seem to get a soft landing. There's always a woman or two or three who will give a lovable rogue safe haven and take care of them so they need never really take care of themselves. The other day in the gym I was making . . .
Follow your heart, but take your brain with you. "The heart wants what the heart wants" is a truism that's driven countless romance novels, because we can all relate. There's no accounting for what the heart wants and no arguing with it. It wants what it wants, whether it's good for us or not. A . . .
i carry your heart with me i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) i am never without it (anywhere i go you go, my dear;and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling) i fear no fate (for you are my fate,my sweet) i want no world (for beautiful you are my world,my true) and . . .
"Lots of passion is a dangerous thing," someone said the other day. Do you agree? I can't agree. Or maybe I do agree. It's true that you can't live teetering on the edge of great passion all the time. It's unsteady. But overall I think a life with no passion at all would be boring. Every great . . .
Looking back all those years ago I can't remember a time when age was an issue for me. In those days we could drink at 18, so 21 was no big deal. I don't remember 30 as anything worthy of concern. Or 40 or 50. Sixty didn't really mean anything, for some reason. In fact, none of those milestone . . .
Forty-two years ago today I walked down the aisle of St. Ambrose Church in Rochester, NY and married my adorable 24-year-old college sweetheart, who, coincidentally enough, happened to be from my hometown. If you believe in coincidences. We made it through law school for him and grad school for me. . . .
If there's one thing women are most interested in, it's how my husband and I got back together some 27 years after our divorce. It seems inconceivable that we could resurrect a marriage after so much had gone down and after so many years. I understand the fascination. I'm fascinated, too, and it . . .
I wasn't always the confident person I am now. But I was always someone who could only be how she was. Authenticity was me. Here in Silicon Valley, we call that WYSIWYG. Pronounced Whizz-EE-Wig. It stands for "What you see is what you get." It's not that I set out to be that way. I came IN . . .
If it looks like crazy acts like crazy seems like crazy Rest assured. It's crazy. Crazy people act out. Is there someone in your family, among your friends or at work that's acting out? Are you blaming yourself? Do not think it is your fault. A duck being a duck has nothing to do with you. . . .
Those who knew me growing up also knew the contentious relationship I had with my father. His role was to guide me with an iron fist and I fought him tooth and nail, passively and aggressively. The day I walked down the aisle with M my father grinned ear-to-ear. I always believed behind that smile . . .