One of my offerings as a dating coach is working with clients to write their online dating profile or helping people craft a better essay with my worksheets. There are many things that people write in their essays that make them ineffective. I want you to be effective. The most obvious is when they sound alike. How many women are equally comfortable in a little black dress and a pair of jeans? And who really cares? It doesn’t say much about you. Another top offender is “I fee

You’re a smart, successful woman who has it together on so many fronts except when it comes to dating. Why does dating have to be so tough? Because you keep going on dates and repeating the same patterns expecting things to be different. The reason is so intrinsic that it’s keeping you from the relationship that you want. Within your sphere of influence are the relationships you hold dear, but, do you? You’re so busy with career and achievement to spend time cultivating relat

Picture this: you’ve seen a handsome and interesting man's profile online. “He has potential,” you say to yourself. You engage in a couple of email exchanges moving quickly to the phone call. What a voice. He sounds promising! You make a date to meet. What happens next are the effects of false intimacy. You start texting back and forth as if you know each other well. You might even be texting or talking daily before you meet. You don't know each other well at all. You may fee

I have learned that if you think too much about anything, you’ll never do it. Why is that? Because there are always plenty of reasons to fear what could happen. There’s no shortage of the downside to any new direction. You might worry about: What if he doesn’t like me? What if I don’t find anyone? What if I get hurt again? What if it’s too late for me? What if I had the love I was supposed to have and now it's over? What if I’m not healthy enough? But, what If you had the sam

Today I threw out my favorite sweater. I said thank you for the good times and released it. It may sound dramatic, but, this sweater meant a lot to me. I bought it at a vintage clothing store shortly after I moved to Dallas in the early 1990s. It was my favorite color, too – pink. I loved this sweater. I wore it until it literally started falling apart. The timing of its ceremonious exit from my drawer into the trash is not coincidental. With the new year starting, I got to t