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An Acceptional Declaration
This year instead of making outrageous New Year’s resolutions that seem to fall by the wayside faster than butter melts off steaming hotcakes, I’m simply declaring that this will be an ACCEPTIONAL year. Don’t get me wrong. Last year was great. I accomplished many things and grew in ways I’ve never grown. Like from religion [...]
Read MoreIt’s the Drop-off Lane – Not Burger King. (One Parent’s Observation)
Note to my readers: I generally don’t rant or stand on a soapbox. Well, rarely. Okay – sometimes. This post is about something happening at my son’s school. However, I posted it here on my blog, because I suspect it’s happening at many schools. Is it just me? Or has anyone else noticed that the [...]
Read MoreClean Your Mind’s Sock Drawer
I admit it. I’m a passionate learner. My bookshelf and Kindle hold countless volumes of how to’s, self help, spirituality guides and memoirs. I love taking classes and trainings and I devour information like a teen eats fries. If learning were a disease, I’d be on the critical list. Unfortunately, after 50-some years of learning, [...]
Read MoreSelfish is a Good Word
I just love words. I love to learn new words and use old words. I love to use the word “Word” when I wholeheartedly agree with somebody, followed closely by the word “up” or “dude”. Nostalgically, two of my all-time favorite words are “cudgel” and “habiliments”. I learned them when I was about 8 years [...]
Read MoreHow I Dropped 300 Pounds in 2 Months
I hadn’t seen my friend Clare since Thanksgiving when we met for lunch last week. We hugged, sat down and commenced the catch-up chatter. For her, it was Christmas in Aspen, a new Rolex, New Year’s Eve in NYC, and upcoming charity events. My story was similar: dog attacked by coyote, sixty-thousand-mile maintenance check on [...]
Read MoreAre you playing “Seek and Go Hide”?
Standing with my hands in the dish water yesterday, 8-year old Aiden burst through the door, grabbed a drink and spun to make a mad dash back outside. Jerking to a halt, he looked at me sadly and declared, “I’m glad I’m not a grown-up. They don’t get to play any games.“ and with that, [...]
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