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Part II of The Love Avoidant: From the Beginning
Last month, we poured through the "what" and the "benefits" of the Love Avoidant. This month, we circle our wagons to the "why." So, if you missed last month's Part I, shoot me an email. I will catch you up.So, how did the Love Avoidant (LA) become so protective? Keep...
Holding the Baby
As I write this, I am sitting in a hotel room in Boston, Massachusetts. On the 15th Floor of some generic Westin. My body is exhausted and it is freaking cold outside but my feet are warm and my energized heart is even warmer. For downstairs somewhere, in multiple...
The Dangers of Love: Understanding the Love Avoidant and the Fear of Intimacy
I am fascinated of late by the Love Avoider. The neglected one in the crowd. All the attention stolen by the Love Addict. And isn't that ironic? The Love Avoider has even found a way to hide from that spotlight. Not this time. Got 'em. You get the whole enchilada this...
On Being A Fatherless Daughter
The last time I saw him was Labor Day Weekend 1987. Our family was gathering in Memphis for my brother's first college football game of the season. Before my car came to a complete stop, he was there, greeting me. He covered me with an outpouring of enthusiasm and...
Giving Shame a Shove
As we discussed last month, shame is a pervasive feeling that has a persistent way of catching us in its trap. This month, we will discuss ways to free ourselves from its clutches and begin the journey of returning to our core goodness and innate wholeness. Healing...
I’ll Take Half-of-You, Please …
... the half with the good stuff. I just want the fun, the feel-good parts. You know the parts of you that appreciate me, compliment me, validate me, mirror me. The parts that make me laugh, that fill me up. That make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. The part of you...
The Many Faces of Shame
If there is one emotion that presents itself as the "got you" feeling, it is shame. We want to crawl in a hole, eat worms as our permanent diet and never face the world again unless we have a brown bag over our heads. Shame is that feeling of being flawed and...
My Shabby, Chic Dresser
Ok. I admit it. I either am - or on the brink of being - an Ebay addict. Whenever I can find something for cheap, my juices start flowing. I somehow have "beat" the odds and found a deal - or so I think.And then there was the case of the dresser. They warned me...
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