After a week’s vacation, I have a singular focus: selling books. In Florida, as we perused a Books-A-Million, I saw my book on the shelf. I quickly scooped it up from the self-help section and plopped it on our “favorite paperbacks” shelf. A little guerilla marketing never hurt anyone and perhaps someone will pick it…
Once upon a time, I stood in a boxing ring. I wore leather gloves flecked with red. I threw jabs and overhand lefts and body shots into the soft bellies of men. I got brain surgery; I stopped boxing; I lost heaps of hair on the left side of my head. As a freshman in college,…
This morning, as I dove into a stack of buckwheat carob pancakes, drizzled lightly in agave nectar with a steaming cup of coffee, I thought about my girlfriends. I have always been someone who fosters close, intimate relationships and would take that any day over hundreds of acquaintances. I am lucky enough to have several…
Have you ever stopped to think about the wide scope of our emotions? How you can be absolutely certain of how you feel and that you will always feel this way, and then just as easily, whether the circumstances change, the partner changes, the place changes, or simply through time, you feel completely different about…
Men are the masters of the midlife crisis. Shiny cars, bimboesque (I realize this is not a real word) arm candy, affairs, dye jobs or hair transplants, extravagant vacations, unnatural tans, bad tattooes… the list goes on. Many a wife has stood back in silence and watched as their husband disappears into what one can…
We’ve all been there. You are carrying on in your relationship when you meet someone you are attracted to. Perhaps it’s a fleeting attraction – a projection of what you’re not getting in your current relationship. But, for whatever reason, you begin to crave this new person like a drug, thinking, pining, and retreating from…
Last year, I was in Nashville around this time, experiencing my very first Christmas as a single person. I’d gone from being married to having an affair to moving away to traveling to Switzerland on a writing job, getting back into personal training and nutrition, meeting the love of my life, writing a book about…
There are many definitions for the term “open.” Ones I particulary like include: not fastened or sealed; not buttoned or fastened; free from obstruction; unlocked; not constipated; not clenched into a fist. It’s a word that rules us as children. We are literally open beings, living, absorbent sponges, taking in every sight, sound, smell, taste…
We strive so hard to do the right thing, get the right job, wear the right clothes, meet the right person, that it sometimes feels like we are living someone else’s life. We are in an era where if we choose one thing, we are afraid all other options disappear. Get married, and never be…
As the research and writing for my book come to an end, I ruminate over each story: some incredibly personal, some rewritten, some haunting, some humorous, all of them real. I marvel at the predicaments we get ourselves into, and how an affair can haunt you, much like a death, for years, and perhaps, even…
