My dog ate a ten-dollar bill in the prosperity corner of my house today. I will get to the relevance of this canine maneuver in a minute. Let me first pose our ASK MARYANNE question which is, “When I ask someone I just met an important question, like ‘Are you married?’
My mother told me I was lucky if I could count all my real friends on one hand! Must have been fifteen or so years ago now, when it occurred to me after a string of disappointing intimate relationships that maybe she was right—again.
To an outsider looking in, it must appear that our dating culture is based around monetary worth. And that’s not too far from the truth – we use money as a tool not only for dating, but for hanging onto a relationship that might otherwise fall apart.
While most of us have developed various coping mechanisms and strategies for dealing with blustery situations, including confrontation, therapy, drinking heavily, freaking out, leaving, and divorce, the pink elephant is quite a different animal!
There are literally hundreds, if not hundreds of thousands of ways we can behave, things we can do that could be considered loving. Yet it is from where the gesture comes that distinguishes the loving act from the empty gesture. What good, for example, is it
Love it when you send me questions! Here’s a recent one.
Hello there, I hope you can help me,
I live in Ireland and I met a girl a few weeks ago whom I like. I asked her out and she said she couldn't ‘cause she has a child and couldn’t get a sitter, so she invited me around
This week is about exploring and embracing your passion, even if it scares you! Listen to the Italians who know a lot about passion, especially when it comes to the “f” words; food, family and friends. Take their lead and spend some time
I can remember getting what for me was my first big break in my budding media career. I squealed with delight when the producer called from a popular syndicated radio show asking to interview me. My heart pounded, my mouth went dry
I’ll have one fabulous relationship; hold the full spectrum of unpleasant human emotion please!” Used to be, it could bring me to the edge when anyone would tell me to “calm down” or “just relax.” “OH, you think THIS is upset? Well, you haven’t seen
Seventy-eight million of us baby boomers who grew up in United States during the 1970s remember this slogan as an iconographic hallmark from the feminist movement, an unofficial benchmark signifying that women were emancipated and free (if you considered smoking and wearing pants
- Unavailable partners
- Feeling like you’re not a priority or valued by your partners
- Attracting men who are not interested in commitment
- Not interested in or attracted to men who show you lots of interest
- Attracting partners who don’t treat you well
- Feeling unworthy of the relationship of your dreams
- Feeling tired of dating people who aren’t a good match and ready to give up on love
First, this is a rant, not a blog. I hope you will indulge me anyway. There are few things I feel more passionate about, and I know I am not alone. Having been a single mom for over ten years, I know so many of you can, do and will relate. And I must warn you, it’s rated R, so I apologize in advance for any offense that may occur. Here we go…
He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me… and her too? I can’t tell you how many times friends or clients have complained about their disenchanting, painful encounters with “leakers.” Men and women who seem so great at first, almost to good to be true and then…wham, bam, ouch, waah… What’s a leaker, you ask?
Remember the Bachelor? Not to rake him some more, it’s just that he’s such an easy target, poor thing. Here’s a guy, who thinks and unfortunately tells two different women he’s in love with them both, and yeah…does it in front of the whole world—which leads me to the conclusion he’s not so bright, or simply has no idea what love is.
I heard Dr. Laura recently talking about how our kids are spoiled, entitled and have no respect. It made me think; where, as a culture, did we cross the line, folks? I would never have behaved that way as a kid—most of us wouldn’t have dared. Plain and simple, my father was scary and I respected him.
I have wanted to write this blog for weeks, its answer pressing on me as I sit sneezing, coughing, achy, stuffy head, Kleenex feverishly strewn about in a trail from my bed to my computer. So I sit Indian style in my favorite jammies, gurgling, nursing my tea, missing dancing with my beloved friends this Sunday morning, torn between caring for myself and showing up for the rest of life.
When you think about sustainability, what comes to mind—global warming, going green, doing your part to lessen your carbon footprint? How about relationships? We should compost old relationships and only get involved with organic people
One of my favorite Maryanne mantras is (with gestures): you have to learn how to use this (your head) before you do this (have sex) so you don’t break this (your heart)! And for many of us we can sadly add…again. Sounds simple enough, right?
Finding out who people are: seems like it would be relatively easy, primarily given that your body registers more than 90% of all perceptible information pre-cognitively. As a human being your internal navigational system, your intuition and senses, were designed to help “know” what you need to know about anyone within seconds, literally;
I know, most of us cross our legs when we think about GOD and sex simultaneously, so surely it’s a stretch to imagine praying could be spicy. And then there are those of us who a long time ago made the separation between church and mate and don’t give it a thought. But why not? What if we did at least entertain the notion?