Six years ago today, my first husband, Brett, died in my arms at Calvary Hospice in Bronx, New York. As many of you know, and others have read, he had a brain tumor that finally felled him nearly seven years after he was diagnosed in 1998.
Read more...I’ve just read a jewel of a book that I want to recommend to women everywhere. Called Secrets of Powerful Women, the book is a collection of short essays, advice and musings about power – how to seize it, hold it and share it. The idea was born from the 2008 Democratic and Republican conventions at Lifetime’s Future Frontrunners Summit (which celebrated women’s voices in every corridor).
Read more...I’m nursing a bad cold or flu, I can’t yet tell which it is. What I do know is that my head feels like an embattled warrior, my voice is reminiscent of a stuffed tuba, my eyes sting, and my muscles ache and tingle at the same time. You get the picture.
Read more...Lately I’ve been thinking about what it means to tell one’s story. By which I mean, what moments shape you?
If you’re lucky, maybe small, seemingly insignificant matters are most striking: your brother’s daydreaming; how you couldn’t sit still as a child; your son’s strange aversion to gummy textures and sauces. For many others, it’s the life-defining moments that mold character and strength, fusing past, present and future.
Read more...Like everyone, I have been deeply moved by the catastrophic earthquake in Haiti. The images are searing, especially of the children, torn from their parents, many in physical pain, hungry, homeless, without their toys and possessions of comfort, too traumatized now to even think about a future.
Read more...I’m thinking hard these days about not being a slave to time.
The new year is still fresh, and above all other resolutions, creating more time and sacred space in my life is occupying my thoughts. Because I seldom feel that I have enough – time.
Read more...Friends, As we move into a new decade, I’ll let you ruminate over this favorite passage of mine from Emily Dickinson. We never know how high we are Till we are called to rise. And then, if we are true to plan Our statures touch the skies. May you soar into 2010 with wings of grace…
Read more...Lately, I’ve been thinking about perseverance. I love that vowel-packed word and all that it implies.
Perseverance has been on my mind for a few reasons. About a week ago my 8-year-old-son announced that he had tired of Tae Kwon Do. “It’s too hard, Mom. Wednesdays are the worst day of my life. I want to quit.”
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