A deep connection to work is wonderful if it doesn't disconnect you from others. It's even better if your connection to work connects you to others and offers them an opportunity to create their own connections in turn. This is not just great business; it keeps you alive!
I used to feel that my love for all things Christmas music-related couldn't possibly coexist with the great taste in music that I take elitist pride in. I mean, in what brain is there a mutual respect for John Lennon and The Chipmunks?
Remember the last time you were gossiping on the phone with a friend or the last time you were unusually judgmental? Your teens are paying attention and will be happy to point out how what you say and do aren't consistent. Be careful.
Sometimes the best thing to do when those around you are displaying frantic or negative energy is to get razor focused on something else. Anything else.
As our family prepares to grow from four to five, we've decided my little sedan will just be too cozy and that we are reluctantly somewhat forced to graduate to the land of three rows.
There are moments in all parents' lives when they just can't figure out what to get their children and leaning on a big name retailer to pull a rabbit from a hat for them only adds to the frustration despite the helpful lists these retailers strive to provide.
Our round table is where each of us had a voice and was equally heard. We didn't have a head of the table but the hierarchy of our family unit was clear. We all came to the table to celebrate our day together and to check in with each other.
My dad was out with my mother on their regular 60-or-so mile ride with their Wednesday bike group. It was a clear day, a straight road, with no traffic or obstacles. Regardless of the safe conditions, this woman slammed into my father and killed him because she made a choice.
As a ferociously reluctant Yeshiva boy in the 1970s, I thought Hanukkah was without a doubt the most joyous time of the year.
What if all that was required of us was to just be -- stripped bare of what we know? What in your life could be transformed in that instant?
I once asked my father what he felt was the secret to good writing. I was about 16 and was struggling to complete a school English paper when I turned to my father for advice, he being the famous writer of the family.
I drink the wine that is closest to me, and open. Even dog hair blowing around in tumbleweeds in the right light can be artistic. With this age comes freedom to give in to and thoroughly enjoy the unique energy and momentum of us. The recipe for fond memories, it turns out, is pretty simple.
"Does anybody want to pet the turkey?" Only the fierce, southern woman that is my mother can look at an unpardoned, skinned bird, and turn him into a cartoon. "Catherine?" she says, "you want to name him?" Along with turkey and casseroles, vegetarian jokes are a Castellanos family tradition.
hy do we spend so much time discussing and sharing pictures of food? Is everyone really that obsessed with food and plating and color variation? Or is it a just a response to the increase in information about food?
What if we spend Advent lounging around like laid-back country shepherds instead of anxious, competitive Christmas shoppers? It might feel lazy.
The holiday season has begun. At the heart of the holidays is the idea of going home. But where is home these days?