What You Can’t See in the Mirror
You don’t know how beautiful You don’t know how beautiful you are You don’t know, and you don’t get it, do you? You don’t know how beautiful you are I’ll never forget the moment. We were at the U2...
View ArticleHole Hearted
There has been much talk about extended adolescence as a new development in American social life. I beg to differ. I’ve been in extended adolescence for over 40 years. There are a number of people in...
View ArticleCan I See the Real Me?
The most difficult thing for any of us to know is who it is that other people see when look at us. Almost weekly I experience this strange phenomenon. My wife Rachel makes several observations about...
View ArticleDream On
It’s not easy to be me. That was the theme of the pity party I was having on the train from London to Cambridge. I suppose being jet-lagged had something to do with it. And that I had a headache. It...
View ArticleDivorce: The First 5 Things You Need to Do
When Forever Ends Somewhere between Elin & Tiger and Demi & Bruce I met my future husband, Jon, in late summer; four months later he asked me to marry him; by September we were married – and...
View ArticleThe Real Deal At Carrie Underwood’s Wedding
Plus 6 Tips For A Loving Marriage, from the author of Back on Top: I went to Carrie Underwood’s wedding today. Actually, I spent the day hovering in our boat outside the Ritz Carlton Lodge on Lake...
View ArticleSuper Power Panties – How Do I Get Outta My Underwear?
I went to my 32nd high school reunion last month, and I gotta say, isn’t that exactly the event for which SPANX was invented? My reunion was in my hometown of Hollywood, Florida — a state that is...
View ArticleThe Art of Subtraction
“I’m sorry, Mama,” my seven-year-old daughter, Chloe said as she handed me a card she had made from yellow construction paper. “I made this for you.” All over its front, she had drawn red flowers and...
View ArticleI Disappeared and No One Noticed
I’ve learned something about silence: it’s noisier than I thought. Every day for the past few months, I’ve awakened in the chilly pre-dawn and listened to that deafening silence. It’s that quiet time...
View ArticleThe Name Game
The title papers arrived in a plain white envelope from the tax assessor’s office. It was official: the sunny-yellow brick bungalow I had purchased was mine. I had chosen it because of its quaint...
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