Sometime between when the Summer of Love ended and the Summer of Sam began, America became a nation of cynics about love.

Caring - about people, about things, about life - is an act of maturity.

We want to accomplish this sometime this summer.

Being in a relationship is a hard, painful slog at least once a week, maybe more often - especially if you have a lot of defenses to let down, or if your parents didn't know how to love you very well.

I'm a blunt person, not mean-spirited. I come from a place of love, but I'm interested in being real.

Somehow, married or single, we'd rather anesthetize ourselves with love substitutes than go for the real thing, because let's face it: The real thing is pretty scary.