Sometime between when the Summer of Love ended and the Summer of Sam began, America became a nation of cynics about love.
Being in a relationship is a hard, painful slog at least once a week, maybe more often - especially if you have a lot of defenses to let down, or if your parents didn't know how to love you very well.
I'm the straight-talking woman in your life who is going to be really honest with you, but come from a place of love. I'm not talking down to you; I do this from my heart.
I'm a blunt person, not mean-spirited. I come from a place of love, but I'm interested in being real.
Somehow, married or single, we'd rather anesthetize ourselves with love substitutes than go for the real thing, because let's face it: The real thing is pretty scary.
I've been standing at water coolers for the past thirty years talking to women about their love lives, and here's what I've learned: Eventually, most women I know want to be partnered.
Putting my words piece online was an important part of my plan to help women learn how to love themselves and have a better life.
Ask anyone who has been in a love relationship for a while: nothing is perfect.
All of us, consciously or unconsciously, set out to have the best possible love life. Valentine's Day simply shines a light on the degree to which that didn't - or hasn't yet - materialized.