When I first started my business, I was working at a  glam PR firm in New York City. I was paid to go to fashion shows, send handsome leather boots to Bradley Cooper, and organize racks of frothy, French lingerie. It was fun, and exciting, made me feel zingy-cool. But my heart longed to coach, and write, and help broken hearts heal. Longed.

On the daily at the PR firm, and on the streets of New York, and in airports across …

A love affair imparts adventure, not merely because it is unsanctioned and risky, but because it proceeds on part-knowledge, like all creative endeavor. And it is risked because the longing to find home is one of the sharpest hungers a human can know. For this a man gives up an empire and sails the open sea….
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Part of falling in love is the heady blend of familiarity and strangeness. Here is someone at once so like you that you have come home, and yet so different …

This is what life does. It throws its arm around you when your pregnant with your first kid and says “Hey Sugar. I know you’re all concerned with your swollen ankles and stuff, but we’ve got bigger fish to fry.” With only 8 weeks of pregnancy to go, I got this sudden, gut intuitive hit that I should go au naturel with my birth. Epidural-free.

Crazy, I know. It seemed preposterous to me too. I was not a “granola type.” I was deathly afraid of pain and had no idea …

What is the difference between the guy who constantly disappoints you on purpose and the guy who constantly disappoints you unintentionally?

Nothing.

Ladies – what is going on that you are putting up with being constantly disappointed? It does not matter if he meant to or not – if he’s incapable of loving you the way you desire to be loved, then it DOES NOT MATTER if he’s doing it intentionally or unintentionally. Stop categorizing.

You being constantly disappointed is a dealbreaker. End of story.

I …

Some time ago, in the middle of the night, I landed in New York. I had 2 suitcases, a twenty dollar bill, some credit cards, and a high school diploma procured in the eighties. I didn’t know a soul, except for the nice recruiter man who had promised me a job interview Monday morning.

This is a (sorta) cool story for a freshly sprung college grad in their twenties. But I wasn’t. I was a 40-year-old single woman with three teenagers, starting over. And …