Life has its ups and downs, and it's not unusual that we should feel a need to be comforted when we are more aware of the downs. Because of past programming, though, too often our ways of comforting ourselves are less than ideal, especially in terms of our health.
The truth is that roses -- if you buy the RIGHT roses (old or new) for your location and climate -- are incredibly tough shrubs that can survive almost anything -- even the gardener's ignorance.
The key ingredient in any relationship is trust. Coupled with respect and love, trust gives you a strong basis as a couple. While trust is a bond, it is also a tenuous one, easily broken, if one of the partners constantly lies.
Disruption necessitates exploration and uncertainty, which means that "trying new things" is not merely a well-worn cliché but an urgent moral imperative. It is, it seems to me, sacred.
Even momentarily concentrating on healthy solutions rewires psychological patterns to receive and share healthy sexual love in the present. Here are three meditations with the themes of privacy, revenge, and integrity for you to ponder and practice this week.
What if someone could tell you exactly what your relationship needs in order to thrive? With water, nourishment, and light, a healthy relationship can turn into an exquisite garden, but how much? When? How? Most people are thrown to the wind when it comes to relationships.
I have to point out that I think of and miss my mother every day. If there are days that are especially hard, it is not when Hallmark says I should feel bad, it's when I do: my birthday and her birthday.
In an effort to get at "the heart" of things, to understand our temporary time here in the Land of Eros, I will tell you about a recent experience I had while on a date in the middle of the afternoon with a man I will never hear from again.
She was my strength -- literally -- and helped bathe me just as she did 30 years ago. She was with me as I battled the nausea and fatigue from the chemo.
I feel that my husband is like the air to me. Without the air, I'd suffocate. So do I love air? I suppose I do. I suppose I do.
Where'd I go? What happened to the girl who wore high heels, and read books and listened to NPR? What happened to the girl who knew how to twerk and put on mascara and wrote an honors thesis, who called her friends on their birthdays, and kissed her partner goodnight?
There is a warmth and wholeness to single dads that men without children rarely possess. Another perk: You know what you're getting. A man's parenting profile is about as transparent of a resume as you'll find.
I'm getting tired of hearing the line that women don't like nice guys, that it's the jerks to whom they are really attracted. Because here's a little secret, gentleman: women LOVE nice guys.
Today I had the privilege to chat with singer-songwriter Tristan Prettyman about life, love, heartache, and what it feels like to be a woman in her early 30's.
Watch and listen to those closest to you. What's hurting over there? Face it, even if you have to admit that you are one of its causes. If appropriate, ask some questions, and talk about the answers.
At the same time I heard a voice -- clear as day -- ring out in my mind. It said, "He will not be the last man you love."