What is the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word "technology"? Does the image of an iPhone or computer come rushing to your intern...
Beauty exists in the middle of tragedy. A child gets cancer. A friend commits suicide. A parent is plagued by anxiety and depression. Sooner or later, such messes find us. If we wade into them with an exploring mindset, our discoveries can be startling in their beauty and alter our perspective on life.
In a world of bombarding distraction, how can you become more connected to your loved ones and feel deeper satisfaction with all that surrounds you? How can you capture moments of radical engagement?
In February 2015, my beloved Oma passed to the other side at the age of 87. Quietly in the comfort of a private room in a home, without fanfare. There was no frantic running about to prepare, it all happened so peacefully.
I don't even know if The Dinner Party would have come so far so fast if Chef Cantu hadn't been the first chef on the show, jump-starting it into high gear by granting it his creative and culinary stamp of approval.
I escaped the cage and found freedom from the wood pellets and stale feeder food. Maybe certain people tried to look for me; maybe they didn't. I didn't care. I was a hamster with a plan. I came to a fork, took the road less traveled and began running like my life depended on it (and hey, maybe it did).
I am still married and Julie Wilson is now dead. Yet what a legacy of beauty, kindness, genius and pure fun she leaves behind.
Last night while the whole family was gathered together to watch a basketball game we noticed Murphy, our Cocker Spaniel, was acting strangely. I called the vet and described his behavior and she advised me to bring him in to the office. I
If you're someone who enjoys the "affordable luxury" of a beer after work, or sometimes even a few, reasonably-increased taxes aren't going to kill you. What can kill you though, is excessive alcohol use.
I am definitely a blank screen for everyone's projections. Lots of people need me to be OK. Some need me to be sad -- aren't all widows supposed to be sad? Others seem happy for my happiness, although slightly bewildered -- are widows supposed to be happy?!
Today, I turn 47. It has been a very different life than I ever imagined. The vision I had when I was 16 of what my life would be like included one fa...
Sometimes we invent mythical creatures: dragons, Bigfoot, unicorns, mermaids. Sometimes we become them ourselves -- like my daughter, the brave mermaid in the vast and mysterious Atlantic Ocean.
My friends, Book publishing is a slow process. It has been almost five years since my husband, Kenny, passed into Spirit and since I began writing Th...
If faith is putting our lives in God's hands, then prayer is the transaction that allows us to do so. Prayer is the language that connects us. Like a child seeking the face of her mother, prayer enables us to seek the face of God.
When I was eight years old, I rushed into the kitchen afflicted with a cut on my wrist. She cocked one eyebrow, looked down her glasses and calmly responded in her Southern drawl to the screaming child in front of her. "Well, you're not deaaaaad yet."