Abigail Carter: the Alchemy of Loss: A Young Widow’s Transformation

I may need to get this brown corduroy vest as part of my new work ensemble. I seemed to have developed a certain amount of ambivalence with regard to my dating life which may be why this New York Times Article resonated with me. Sure, I still have my profile...

Among the million other things I have on my plate at the moment, I am attempting to follow a seven-week course called “Calling in ‘The One’.” I mention this sheepishly, since it sounds kind of hokey. Plus, the website is all pink with lots of swirly script-type fonts, which...

Perhaps I need to reconsider the rock climbing idea... Nude Rock Climber - Photographed by Peter Torsal (http://www.torsal.de/) I got an email from a recent widow yesterday expressing fear of ever having a meaningful relationship again. I was at a bit of a loss about what to tell her....

I’ve been slogging away on my chapter about Love Addiction. I keep writing and every time I finish a sentence, it feels like the next sentence should be “I guess I really need to attend a Love Addicts Anonymous meeting.” I will admit that I am curious, but something...

I got an email from a reader and asked her permission to post it here: Your book and posts have been a great source of comfort for me.  ____ has been gone 14 months now and I feel myself slipping back into despair.  Our children are 11 (boy) and 13...

I’ve been doing some research for the book proposal I have been writing (more on that later) and have come across a book called Labyrinth of Desire: Women, Passion and Romantic Obsession by Rosemary Sullivan. In it she investigates the reason we love the way we do. She uses...

Lately, I’ve been trying out a new dating site, OKCupid. Its free which is nice, and well organized. They have a perplexing array of questions that you answer (very eHarmony-esque), which they use along with some complicated algorithm to find you matches. I’ve had a few dates from it...

Its my birthday and I can write what I want to… “Sex” and “widow” are not words you often hear together. Bit of an oxymoron actually. And yet. Its been a dry spell, so maybe this topic is on my mind more that it ought to be. I am pretty...

The shiny black tables were smooth, the light dim, the group from LA beside us grew rowdier so we moved to a table near an open window overlooking the alley below, wondering why we hadn’t moved sooner since the cool breeze relieved us of the bar’s stuffiness. We watched...

I guess it had to happen some time, but its a first. It was strange though, because I think it was a set up. Tall, dark and handsome, too-good-to-be-true with Villa in Italy, winks, makes a last minute suggestion for a drink. I decline. A few days pass, another...