I remember back in the summer of 1984, when I was single and searching, I led my girlfriends in a declaration that July and August would be a time exclusively reserved for romantic recreation. That summer, we all penciled in only one appointment for two hot and breezy months: Summer Love. And what a summer that was! Some twenty years later, I am thinkin’ . . . that’s what is missing from the lives of soulful, adult women. We… Read on.