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My writing critique partners looked skeptical when I talked about falling in love as being a kind of hijacking of common sense by our own bodies and the hormones they produce. I wouldn’t have believed it either if I hadn’t read Post-Romantic Stress Disorder and other books and articles with information, fact-based, provable stuff. fMRI brain…
If the kingdom of heaven is within, then that’s where I want to travel. In fact, I think I need a nice long visit with the goddess inside before I can even begin to contemplate serving my life’s purpose. Kate said my life’s purpose is service to others, and involves travel and public speaking. I…
Finally opened my rusty heart. Hadn’t known it was closed, although all evidence pointed that way. For several years, I eschewed invitations to family holiday parties hosted by friends because they made me miss my own family and the days back when, every holiday, my house was Celebration Central. Why did I say yes this year when Donna invited Al & me for Easter dinner?…
The worst boyfriend is the one who has sex with your mother. And you walk in on the primal scene. This happened to a friend of mine. All the rest might have happened to me. I had many bad boyfriends. Bad boyfriends eat your food, sleep in your bed, and drink your wine but never…