From Rosalind Wiseman’s “Queen Bees and Wannabes” 1. Apologizer must have a genuine understanding of the “crime.” 2. Talk about the apologizer’s actions only. 3. No “last licks” or burying another insult within the apology. 4. Given without qualification (“I wouldn’t have done it if you had just…”) 5. Apologizer and apology must be genuine.…
Monthly Archives: February 2012
Small steps are always enough. –Francis of Asissi No one is any stronger or weaker than anyone else. –Sheldon Kopp When you practice waiting you get good at waiting.-Chas August There is no later. –Peter Rengel Everything in the Universe changes.-Basic Physics Nothing changes until something changes. When something changes, everything changes.-Simple Logic You are…
Sometimes it seems to me like my world is filled with victims. So very few people take personal responsibility for anything. In politics our leaders blame the opposition, blame the committee in charge, blame the voters, blame the disenfranchised. In relationships she blames him, he blames their kids, their kids blame the teachers, the teachers…
Couples frequently ask me about how to keep the passion alive, or how to rekindle it when it dies. I think there are a lot of factors at play that can cause “bed death”. Sadly, I don’t know any foolproof cure, but there are some remedies that often can make a huge difference. It seems…
As a Couples Intimacy Coach, I have met and worked with hundreds of couples struggling with unsatisfactory sex lives. As young, sexually active adults, we take for granted that feelings of arousal will be accompanied by tumescence (the swelling of genital tissues), erections (nipples, clitoris, penis) and lubrication. In our minds we link these physical…
From “If you Meet the Buddha on the Road, Kill Him” by Sheldon Kopp (1929-1999) 1. This is it. 2. There are no hidden meanings. 3. You can’t get there from here, and besides there is no place to go. 4. We are already dying, and we’ll be dead a long time. 5. Nothing lasts!…
We lie in bed, feeling separate, alone. Each of us wants it to be different, but neither makes the move to start. How can we reach each other through all this history? How did it come to this? When we met, there was a spark. Maybe it was chemistry? We enjoyed each other’s company. We…