Pink clouds. They started out gold tonight, then turned to pink. * In alcohol addiction recovery, the addict feels like hell. Until. One day, everything lifts. All is well. All is groovy! They call this the Pink Cloud. Don't be fooled. It's a phase. Ephemeral. A...

If new media marketing Is all about art and story, about vulnerability and point of view, then how do you frame your business? Your newsletter? Your blog or scopes? Your personal story? What do you see when you look at the world, from your eyes? Your customers' eyes?...

Woman's back. It's like a painting. The mysterious lighting, contrast and colors. The muscular ridge down her back. Cloud of black gypsy hair. That outfit. As if her clothes were stitched directly on her body. Precisely showcasing her spinal tats. This was before she...

"Your book got me through a two-day bus trip through Scotland!" she says. A lovely Scottish woman who lives in my canyon 'hood. Blues eyes sparkle. "She lives near me! I saw the book and recognized your name, your face, from Topanga. Such a wild woman. I loved it! So...

"Creating a relationship with the daughter I abandoned is the most meaningful thing I've done in my life." The brightly lit lecture hall falls silent. You can cut through the air with a kitchen knife. This man -- let's call him Adam to preserve anonymity -- stands at...

"When was your last relationship?" I sip water, stall for time. The man sitting across from me leans in. So close I can feel his breath graze my cheek. We are at a high-end restaurant, tucked into a prime beachside location. The kind of joint where Hollywood types...

"I was twelve when I started panhandling." Mary sits across from me, bright-eyed and cheerful in a hot pink stretchy shirt. She tells me she, too, went hungry as a kid. She too had a mother who was suicidal. Who checked out from her motherly duties. Who forgot to feed...