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Gaze an Eagle Blind: How a Look Can Work on Your Relationship
My husband does this thing. And he may not realize it, but he’s working on the relationship. He stops everything he’s doing, pulls me close…and just looks into my eyes. He doesn’t say anything…he just looks at me with this fervent – even reverent – look. Nothing else in this world makes me feel more loved than that look. The link between love and looking has long been the stuff of song. Can’t take my eyes off of you… I only have eyes for you… My eyes adored you. And Shakespeare himself wrote of the power of a loving look in his play, Love’s Labour’s Lost. He said that…
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Blood Transfusion: How to Avoid Generational Curses
I’m a singer, so song lyrics matter. I’ve been obsessed with John Mayer’s “In The Blood” lately. Yes, obsessed. I’ve listened to it during my 45-minute work commute – on repeat – several times in the last two weeks. “Several times” is as close as I’ll want to get to revealing my level of craziness about songs. Now, don’t look at me so loud. You’ve done this. You know you have. This song made me wonder why so many of us repeat our parents’ mistakes. And our grandparents. We let our past cause unnecessary relationship struggles. A friend of mine calls this the Generational Curse. Would you kindly give it…
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Keep Up
It’s inevitable that your partner will change. It’s OK. Keep up. But how? How can you stay close to your spouse throughout the years? The first time I ever laid eyes on my husband was at a club. He DJ’d there, and I was bowled over by him. He had just moved to my hometown three months earlier and his full time job was as Music Director and On Air Personality at our local radio station. He had graduated from Syracuse University with a degree in Television and Radio, and had worked at a few radio stations in New York. The radio station here was a move up for him…
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Never Lonely with Me
Rubbernecking is one of those things we dislike in principle but engage in at some point in our life. We just can’t seem to help it. Have you ever felt simultaneously curious about something macabre and guilty for that same interest? I have. I’ve also been the unwilling subject of that kind of interest. You might have been, too. Here’s How the Story Starts My husband, Bobby, is a professional Champion drag racer. The story starts with him landing Chrysler corporation as a sponsor for our fledgling racing operation. It started small. Our Hero at Chrysler didn’t even know what a funny car was when he said yes. What an…
