Today is February 14, Valentine’s Day. As if anyone needs reminding.
I understand the hype around the day: the flowers, the cards, enticing jewelry and restaurant reservations. I play into it as much as the next person, without going overboard. I mean, I don’t buy fancy chocolate or decorate my home with hearts, but I do start the
Read more...I just wrote a speech for a CEO whose theme became Where Are You Going?
It’s a universal question, just think about it.
We’re always going somewhere, aren’t we? I mean…the alternative is stagnation, paralysis, immobility, which just isn’t a viable option.
Read more...Memory is selective. We all know that.
Why then do I continue to be amazed by the power of positive memory to shift our mindset?
In my previous post, I wrote about my grandmother, how she finally died after years of living with Alzheimer’s (if you call this living). I didn’t speak at her funeral, but did write a few words about the way I wanted to remember her.
Read more...My grandmother died this week. It was expected; she’d had Alzheimer’s for years and finally forgot how to eat, taste, swallow, drink. She’d long forgotten my name, or how to walk, or that she once worked in the U.S. Senate. She was ninety-four, a half-century older than me.
Read more...Saturday night I took my twins to see The King’s Speech. The only thing remarkable about the event is that my children are nine and the film is rated R, although only for the curse words. Call me a bad mother, but my children have heard four-letter words—sometimes in the home, and sometimes not. In third grade, they are sponges for slang of any kind, even though most of the time they have no real sense of the words. They whisper and titter because they know the words are naughty, and this, of course, gives them a thrill.
Read more...I can’t remember how the conversation started but in the midst of a family dinner, my sister-in-law’s brother, Eric, began to talk of strange dreams about flying.
“Tell me more,” I asked him.
Read more...I’m a lucky woman. I’ve got so many friends.
This holiday season I’m feeling especially blessed by the people in my life. You know who you are. You’re my old friend who I played dress-up with and pretended to speak a foreign language called Limerick Gibberish. You’re my high school friends who cheered over my first boyfriend and exposed me to life in a far broader sense than I’d known. You’re my college and New York City
Read more...This past Friday I took my eighteen-year-old stepson, Dylan, to tour the University of Colorado (CU) at Boulder. He’s a high school senior and hoping to go to CU next year, which, apart from being a great school, is also Ralphie the buffalo’s turf. No joke, they have a real buffalo that leads the players onto the field at the beginning and second half of each football game.
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