An unfamiliar spirit has invaded my body, making decisions and controlling my evening entertainment options. And no matter how hard I try to fight this feeling, it persists until I give in. Until I pick up the remote control and voila!
Something is deeply awry in our nation with the world's biggest economy that lets its children be the poorest group and the younger they are the poorer they are during their years of greatest brain development. The Prince of Peace is mocked as we let a child be injured or killed by guns every thirty minutes.
CARE packages of food were delivered to the hungry in countries still recovering from World War II. It was as if Santa Claus packed his sled with enough food to feed the world.
A few years ago, I joined a group of engineers at a hack-fest and afterwards, they invited me to join them for a three day start-up accelerator course...
If soldiers in the trenches -- who were fighting the biggest war at that time -- were able to take at least a few hours to see beyond their conflict, to see the bigger picture and stop trying to kill each other, then why couldn't we?
Hosts Mark Steines and Cristina Ferrare talk with guests about improving their lives starting at home. It's not just a topic they promote on their show, but one they believe in off camera as well. Just listen to what the holidays are all about to them.
Following her injury, Leigh was suddenly compelled to recite and write poetry, generate equations, paint and dance, not to mention get manicures and pedicures for the first time.
Personally, I love Christmas, Christmas music, Christmas TV specials, and most of all Christmas vacation. So while I'm otherwise on mine, here are my top 12 Christmas songs for this year.
We're going to try a combination of traditions this time: the kids will open most presents tonight, and Santa Claus will leave a few smaller gifts which can be opened tomorrow morning. I am not, I repeat, not, making a breakfast casserole. I will not be swayed by anything I read in a magazine today.
I'm so inspired by those who find this season a good excuse to help out those in need, to donate a little bit extra to their local food bank or shelter, to visit a nursing home to sing a few songs, or to share a plate of cookies with a neighbor.
I know you'll smile and nod politely when you open that new snowboard, remote control car, or electronic device. I'm grateful you'll be magnanimous. Magnanimous means -- oh forget it, I know you're barely listening at this point. But in all seriousness, if I could, these are the things I'd give you this Christmas.
"Merry Christmas, Mom!" my young daughter, 11, squealed, as she and her two brothers ran around our favorite tree lot. "This is the one place," she continued, "you can say 'Merry Christmas' and no one gets upset about it." "That's true," I chuckled. But, that was a white lie.
I left the gym near Astor Place early the evening of Thursday December 11. I'd felt bloated around my abdominal area for most of that afternoon and trying to workout wasn't making matters better.
This year, my ex asked to have the boys for dinner on the first night. Even though it wasn't his usual night, he promised to have them home for bedtime. It took a moment to register but I realized that I was no longer a necessary part of this holiday. He is now ready to take on this tradition on his own.
With all this holiday festivity, it may be hard to understand how there's room for anything but Merry; yet every year I struggle with mixed emotions. As much as I want to embrace all the cheer around me, I also feel stressed by all the preparations; I miss my family and the memories of Christmases past.
Before the birth of Christ, the world muddled along in darkness. Humanity didn't have the awareness or power to live any other way.