The little boy in this picture is getting an early lesson in the meaning of hope. I remember well a similar experience I had in kindergarten with a pretty little girl by the name of Joanie. In today’s podcast, I’m trying to convince you that hope keeps love and lust alive. There’s no such thing as a hopeless lover. No hope, no love. Today’s podcast is about “middle of the night hope.” Perfume traces…fantasies of black lace falling slowly to the carpet, quick smiles leaving lipstick traces on your life, whispers, quiet laughs. Hopes. The morning burns some hopes away. But some hopes…if you’re lucky…are in it for the long run.
