Take a moment to think about who you blame for your feelings of hurt, anger, resentment, aloneness, emptiness, shame, loneliness, helplessness, inadequacy, depression, anxiety, fear, and so on. What is really going on inside when you blame someone else for your feelings?

Before, he would call you cute nicknames like, “Honeybun” or “Sweetcheeks.” Now, it’s, “Hey, you!” (Note: After ten years of marriage, he drops the “you.”)

Most of us put a lot of emphasis on our relationships: family, friends and significant others. But, did you know that the relationship you have with everyone else is based on your relationship with you? That’s right, the closer you get to other people, the more you treat them the way you treat yourself. That [...]

When I was about 7, I had a doll, originally a “Betsy-Wetsy” doll, who had eyes that would close and who drank a bottle and wet her diaper (big toy technology when I got the doll, about 1949) I had had the doll a few years, left her out in the sun and rain, so [...]

As social beings, our desire for connection is a deep and powerful force within us. Babies who do not experience connection with a caregiver do not thrive or may even die. Deep connection with another is one of the greatest joys in life.
Yet for many people, this deep and joyous connection eludes them. Try as [...]

The first question you need to ask yourself is: “Do I want to save this marriage or do I want to leave it?” If the answer is that you want to save it, then this article is for you.
Following are 7 rules or choices that you can make to completely change the course of your [...]

“We never seem to be able to solve any problems,” Kaylee told me in a phone session. “Every time we sit down to solve a problem, we end up fighting.

Changed Days Indeed is a little on the dark side with a twist in the tail. It’s hard to find a single answer when I’m asked what the poem’s about. It’s about how ancient relationships can still cast a shadow over us despite the passage of time and how easily unresolved emotions can be [...]

I’d like to share a story about a girl I went to school with more than two and a half decades ago. She was, to us teenagers (so worldly wise we were at the ripe old age of around fourteen), considered rather odd. Her name was, let’s say, Anna.

Long long ago, in the days before the Internet, a mouse was something that made maidens hitch their hooped skirts up and scream. Today that little mechanical wonder is attached to what is arguably the biggest conversation killer of our time. I’m talking real live face to face conversations here, not chats or IM’s.
My family’s [...]