"Guys! Mommy's fussing at daddy. Daddy's fussing at mommy. Everybody stop fussing and let's get a Christmas tree," said Asher, 6.
When I think back to that first Christmas as a mother and reflect on my desire to reclaim my old self, it seems like a wish that is foreign to me now. Nearly a decade in, there's no old self or new self. There's just this self.
I've been thinking about grace a lot lately. I think you're supposed to think about grace during the holidays. I'm thinking about it because I've had a really rough last two and a half months and grace feels like the hardest thing in the world to find right now.
Vidler's five and dime survived the mall, just as it had survived wars, recession, births, deaths and more recently, the threat from internet shopping.
Why can't everyone be decent every day? Wouldn't that be better compared to this fleeting moment that ends the moment that the New Year rolls around?
Despite limited resources and delayed government assistance, some homeowners have already begun to rebuild, hoping to create a stronger and more resilient community than the Breezy they knew before.
We need to let them know that there is good work to be done in the world, work that they will be able to do and can do, even now.
I am out of my office alot. I travel alot. I depend on my mobile phone -- alot. My phone must have escaped from my pocket in the cab -- the poor thing was probably so overworked it was looking for a vacation -- now what?
With the holidays almost here, Cindi Leive, Mika Brzezinski and I have decided that there is no better time to unplug, recharge and renew ourselves in time for the new year. And what better way to do that than by unplugging and disconnecting from all our devices?
I asked Dr. Kwon for the mother's name or email or town, but of course she couldn't tell me anything. I totally understood, but I kept wondering about that other family. I pined for another mom to talk to.
Sometimes when Gigi is sleeping, I'll look at her pink cheeks and her scuffed knees and think, I made those with my body. Every piece of her; I'm like a sorceress. I'd be crushed if she hated one bit of herself.
December has always been a miraculous time. It marks the season in my life when I labored with both my children on the same date, in different years: December 14. But I cannot help but think of a community not so very far from my own. December 14 marks a very different day for them.
Happiness and well-being aren't the main reason we think Mandela's life a good one. We think it a good life mainly because he lived so admirably -- he lived well. As philosophers would put it, he led a virtuous life.