On June 12, 1965 I walked across the stage at U.C. Santa Barbara to receive my diploma and met my long-lost father. I hadn’t seen him since I was six years old, but I knew it was him. I hadn’t heard anything about him since he escaped from Camarillo State Mental Hospital. When I looked
If you’re over the age of fourteen you know the joys of falling in love and the agony of experiencing the unravelling of a relationship you were sure was going to last forever. If you’re still in a relationship you want to know how to get things back on track or figure out if the
My wife, Carlin, and I have each been married twice before. Like most everyone, we grew up in families that were dysfunctional in varies ways. I think of our journey as being a confluence of separate rivers of life. Our parents each had their own stream and came together to produce us. Each time we
We are living at a time when we both hunger for real, lasting love and are also unwilling to remain in a relationship where love seems to have disappeared. I’ve been a marriage and family counselor for more than 40 years and I see two groups of people that I particularly want to reach: People
After more than forty years as a counselor I’ve found most people are looking for love in all the wrong places. They don’t understand the stages of love.
My journey to manhood began early. Shortly after I was born my parents gathered for the traditional circumcision. They weren’t religious, but since they were nominally Jewish, I was held down by my father while the mohel (rhymes with oil), a pious, observant Jew educated in the relevant Jewish law and in surgical techniques, did
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