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Next Sunday Sprite and I will be married at our home and, weather permitting, in our garden.  So I’ve been thinking about wedding vows – those promises we make about “us.”  But I think it would be liberating if we could acknowledge to each another that marriage is never about “us” and always about “me.”

With this in mind I propose the following wedding vows.  Feel free to wow your own Valentine by using them.

Darling, before our friends and family I want to share with you the happiest thought...

Chapter three in my book People Tools for Business is entitled, “Advertise Your Mistakes.”

On the internationally televised Miss Universe program a little more than a year ago Steve Harvey made a mistake – a big one.  He misread the notes handed to him and named the wrong contestant as the winner.

The new “Miss Universe” was overjoyed. She was crowned, consoled the runner up, and the audience cheered.  Steve Harvey left the stage.  A minute later he returned, motioned to the audience to stop...

I think of myself as an independent person and I don’t like anyone to question my actions. This is one of the reasons I began my own business fifty years ago. If I leave the office at 4:00 pm, I don’t want to explain myself or have someone ask, “Where are you going?” or “Why are you leaving early?”

But sometimes I carry my need for independence to an extreme and this can be self-defeating.  With experience, I’ve come to realize that it can often be a mistake not to explain myself.

I read a s...

I remember a dream from years ago. It was not my usual nightmare of trying to outrun a tidal wave or forgetting how to use my phone in an emergency or being chased by evil men who wanted to hurt me. This was a dream about love.

In my dream a young woman I didn’t know asked me to make love with her. It was her first time. In my dream I was also young, though with some familiarity of the process, and I wanted her experience to be supreme, for the first time is the bell that rings in our hearts...

Almost one year ago I moved into Sprite’s home. I brought with me five suitcases of stuff, and a lot of unsorted baggage in my heart and in my head.

We now live together in our new home that we moved into several months ago and plan to be married in our garden late next month.

It’s been an intense year of getting to know each other, and yet seems like a very short year of enjoying each other’s company.

I am always certain that I know how to live and that my way is the best way.

Sprite lived o...

We all have a lot to worry about. The future is uncertain. None of us know if we’ll survive until dinner, let alone dance at our five-year-old daughter’s wedding.

Since we all worry, the only question worth asking ourselves is, “How much worry is too much?”

Sprite and I recently enjoyed the Spielberg movie “Bridge of Spies” while we were on a cruise (we highly recommended the Viking Star). In this excellent film Tom Hanks portrays James Donovan, an attorney defending Rudolph Abel, who has bee...

In my first blog of 2017 I’d like to suggest a simple way of connecting with those you love, as well as those you like.

As soon as both of you are awake in the morning, turn over in bed and say, “I love you.” If no one is there, a text saying “I love you” will do.

If you aren’t currently in a love relationship, then “I like you,” “I really like you,” or “You’re special to me,” by text, telephone, or in person will be fine.

I’d like to share a few more thoughts on this:

It’s not a typo. I typed imperfct that way, and even though spell check wants to “correct” my imperfct typing I’m going to leave it that way because no matter how hard I try I’m still imperfct and after seventy-six years of trying not to be I’m going to accept and be happy with myself just as I am and I don’t have to wait until December 31st to make that my single resolution for the New Year which starts on any day I want it to.

I hear my tenth grade English teacher mumbling, “Run on sentence...

I’m sitting at my desk in mid-December in a cold room. The chill opens my mind to random, peculiar thoughts and memories.

In no particular order:

Until I was in my thirties, I would never leave the room when I was involved in a pleasant conversation. I was afraid that if I left even for a minute the heart-to-heart would end and a precious connection lost. Of course, after many such conversations I had to quickly rush to the bathroom.

I thought that no woman liked sex. I may have been wrong ab...