If we weren't so distracted by the "outstanding" as some kind of bizarre yardstick of self-worth measurement, we would appreciate and relish the real, the small and the imperfect.
The caged bird sings because it must remember who or what it is at its core. It must await the readiness of choice. A choice to open its inner eyes and recognize the cage is always one of our own making.
We can control our focus. We can take a step back from the penny and view the enormity and warmth of the sun. We can take a step back from the tree and view the complexity and beauty of the forest. We can continue to give back.
This is the one gem of light in the otherwise torturous loss of a loved one. Being conscious of this gift, allowing it and remembering it (for yourself and others) could be life changing during grieving, so spread the word.
By Rebekah McCloud UCF Forum columnist My friend of 30 years died recently. Her husband called one Sunday in February to say she was gone. Not unde...
Having a child with autism was a significant concern of mine prior to the birth of my first child Alexis back in January 2006. But then, on April 10, 2008 cancer knocked on our door and without an invitation took up residence in our then 27-mont-old daughter Alexis. Mr. Alan, do you still wish your kids had cancer?
My brother, a real estate attorney who lived on New York's Upper East Side, was the last person I would have expected to tell me he thought he would go somewhere after dying, especially someplace as undocumented and wooey-wooey as the afterlife. Jack went only to places covered in The New York Times Travel Section -- London, Paris, Jerusalem.
Most of your high school friends are graduating, Luke, and it's not that I begrudge them their milestones. It's just that on top of missing you, I am missing yours. So by way of channeling my grief into something positive, I dare write a letter to your classmates finishing college.
There is deep grief when a cultural touchstone such as Maya Angelou passes on, but her death is not an ending. It is an invitation for us to embody the possibility of love, peace, and inspiration within.
This graduation is bittersweet for me, as Emily's father I have watched many of you grow up to become the fine young men and women you now are. I see you and wonder what she would be like and the adventures she would be on.
Whether you're a raw food junkie, an exercise junkie, or an actual junkie, here are six SHOCKING ways your lifestyle may be killing you, regardless of what it is.
Leah was only 23 years old when her mother and father died from accidental carbon monoxide poisoning leaking from a water heater in their home in Africa in 2007. Though their deaths were sudden, shocking and devastating, Leah has developed, thrived and maintained a close connection to their memories.
Question: How does a Good Girl with 17 years of Christian-school honor roll turn into a pot-smoking, godless queer feminist? Answer: Live with Mennonites for a year.
There is another arena where 'armchair quarterbacks' also exist -- except this time, those who sit in the metaphorical armchairs have the ability and occasionally, the actual desire to wreak havoc, cause pain and outright destroy relationships.
Thank you for healing us with your art. To my favorite book report subject, my unknowing advisor, my literary mentor: I am eternally grateful. We are eternally grateful.
I saw Maya's incredible spirit in that moment, and by sharing with us such wisdom and peace in such a tense moment, she gave all of us the chance to rise to her level.