Have you ever noticed that words of praise lift us momentarily, while sharp words of criticism often linger, prompting thoughts of what we should have said in response, over and over, for days on end.
Hasn’t autumn been extraordinary this year? November blew in, and each day so far has been as mild as a day in May.
So many things in this world keep right on changing, but one thing remains constant. We will age, some gracefully, some fighting the inevitable every step of the way.
Think back on your favorite book or your favorite movie, and I’d be willing to bet there was one mighty aggravating character you just loved to hate.
It was 20 years ago that I first became friends with Dorothy, a woman who joked that since she was twice my age she could give me twice as much advice as friends my own age.
As summer nods its farewell, our school hosts the annual football homecoming game and dance in mid-October each year.
Standing by the ocean, I have always felt an incredible wave of awe and inspiration. There is simply nothing as powerful as watching that massive movement’s waves crash to the shore.
Who would I be without my sisters? I am talking both about the sisters who were born into my life, and the sisters I have chosen throughout my adult life.
It is the job of a parent to create order out of a somewhat chaotic world, to orchestrate the subtle and the major things within a child’s life.
How does it happen that a tiny 2-pound bundle of energy can take over the world as we know it? Back in July, a tiny little Yorkshire terrier came to be a part of our family.