The common wisdom goes like this: that the myth of "some enchanted evening," when all is awash with the thrill of connection and the aliveness of new romance, is actually a delusion... a hormonally manufactured lie. But in this case, the common wisdom is a lie.
I have just published a collection of love letters from a Norwegian Nobel Peace Prize winner to the writer Brenda Ueland. There have been literally tens of thousands of tweets, blog posts, and letters to the editor flying through cyberspace debating the decision.
The reasons we fall in love may be a mystery, but the reasons we stay in love are far less elusive. That is why this New Year's, I propose making a few resolutions about what we look for in a romantic relationship.
Moving, as anyone knows, is one of the top stressors -- along with family death, divorce, or the loss of a job. Having experienced them all, I have often thought that I'd become more practiced, maybe even immune to their emotional toll. But quite the opposite happens; it gets harder.
A couple of weeks ago, a charming man on Facebook suggested that we meet for a drink, and I accepted. That drink turned into an instant committed relationship. Why am I surprised that now we are discussing what went awry?
This fall, I told all my friends it's time. It's been a few years since my divorce, I have plenty of practice dating under my belt, and I figure I'm ready to meet someone new. First, it seems, I had to clean out my love closet.
What would happen if global warming continued to the point where resistance to deadly solar radiation determined class and beauty? This is the future we encounter in Victoria Foyt's captivating new novel, Revealing Eden.