Love

Love is, apparently, like a drug. At least the initial stages of passionate love. According to researchers at Stanford University School of Medicine: That rush of good feelings you have in the first few months of being in love don't just put you in a better mood; love may actually be a painkiller ... The magnitude of pain relief when participants...

Of all the articles I’ve written over the past 10 years, it’s my article on how to write a love letter that gets all the attention. I’ve been interviewed about it three times – twice on the radio and once for a newspaper in Dallas.  Love letters capture our hearts and our imaginations and with good reason. There is something powerful...

Every night before bed, I tuck my daughter in and she tells me what she wants to dream about. Some nights she chooses to dream of Tinkerbell.  Other nights it’s playing with cousins and dancing on clouds.  Butterflies are a constant staple.  These are good choices for my little four year old. In a small way, I envy my daughter.  She’s...

The news is full of crumbling relationships.   Disputes and betrayals result in divorce, devastation and in one tragic story this week, even death.    We can’t help but watch with a combination of disgust and intrigue.   The people who we’ve placed on the pedestal of success are letting us down.   In a sick way it makes them seem normal. Cincinnati...

As I think about the friends in my life, some have been life long relationships others were there for only a season. Each of  them played a part in who I have become.   I may never know why some relationships ended.  It helps to look at the impact my friendships made on my life during the happy times.   Some relationships were filled with betrayal...

On Saturday  November 8th, 2008 my world blew apart – literally.   I was carrying a package I thought was a gift when it exploded in my hands. We had recently sold our cozy townhouse and were excited to move into a larger home with a yard for our daughters.  The day started out with a quiet breakfast of tea and cinnamon buns.   We were...

If I asked you to describe yourself, what would you say? Would you tell me your job title or refer to your relationships – husband, wife, son, daughter, friend? Would you talk about your successes, or failures, your dreams or your past? These are parts of who you are, but you are more than what you do or where you live. You are a human being...