"You don’t measure love in time. You measure love in transformation. Sometimes the longest connections yield very little growth, while the briefest of encounters change everything. The heart doesn’t wear a watch- it’s timeless. It doesn’t care how long you know someone. It doesn’t care if . . .
Not too long ago I blogged about writers I follow who have gone too far in their blogs. I felt they'd betrayed their partners and revealed too much personal information. But I want to be clear: I think good writing IS very personal. But--to the writer. The blogger who wrote . . .
Today's the day. My essay about a very dear woman friend appears in this anthology that got released today. It's called 50 Ways I Love His Mother and I believe it's one of the best essays I've ever written. And like most of my best writing that sells, it wrote itself. Can't explain how that . . .
Come along with me on a trip back in time to a neighborhood that vibrated with creativity of all kinds: Greenwich Village. On a rainy spring day a group of girlfriends and I did a tour of the Greenwich Village haunts that played such a huge role in the Beats generation and the early days of the . . .
I have a bone to pick with the ubiquitous Huffington Post. Because I use my almost 20-year-old AOL account for non-personal emails, I see HuffPo stories almost every time I open my webmail. The online news aggregator aggressively leverages its relationship with AOL, which is smart business. It . . .
Authors collectively, that's what a Worship of Writers is. When I saw that wrapping paper I had to follow the alphabet all the way to the end to find out what we writers were called. I wasn't sure how I would use the photo I took. Then I ran across some of the very best writing tips ever. Since so . . .
“I’m writing a book!” I hear it all the time at parties. While people wouldn’t dream of suggesting they’d become…well, for example, a neurosurgeon...everyone who can put a word on the page can become a writer. Or can they? It’s true that with the preponderance of blogs and self-publishing, . . .
I was just two years old when Poet Lawrence Ferlinghetti founded City Lights bookstore in North Beach section of San Francisco. It was 1953 and no one could have predicted where the Beat movement would take literature. Ferlinghetti is now 94 years old--still alive and kicking in San Francisco. He . . .
Painting in Sonoma It doesn't matter how much two people love one another if they are developmentally incompatible, or if there is not a shared willingness to become conscious. Love alone is not enough. If you want it to last, you have to relate to each other in ways that keep the ship . . .
All love connections are not created equal. ...some have a mystical quality from the first meeting. Pure and simple. Apparent from the first out-breath. Unmistakably sacred. God rising on the wings of their love. This is how the timely and the timeless become indistinguishable --when . . .