As the temperatures drop and the days shorten, I always get a feeling of impending doom. As a parent of two teenagers, the end of summer means back-to-school. Many parents (and non-parents) revel at the return of a schedule, and all that is associated with the return of routines. I, on the other hand, get sad at this time of year.
Part of love is service. It feels good to help out, and what that does for your spirit can often make up for a deficiency of physical energy. But (for me, at least) those delicious feelings dry up under the harshness of overextending out of obligation.
We're hardly perfect. Sometimes it's delivery pizza with no meaningful dialogue at all. Sometimes we've even fought at the table. But measuring ourselves against our purpose has made us more intentional and created a better environment than we would have otherwise.
Can people do well without belonging to a union? Sure. But it was near impossible before the rise of unions in the 1930s and it has been harder since the decline of unions in the '70s. A significant percentage of the population has been economically disadvantaged without unions.
So how does a child, who has yet to learn about the generally accepted rule that females are the "weaker" sex already treat girls more delicately than boys? I honestly have no idea. Maybe he is just picking up on the behavior of other children.
I love that when someone I love is feeling sad or just not 100 percent, that I can bring them the cookies and just for a minute they can feel a tiny bit better or at least feel distracted by the crispiness on the outside and the chewiness on the inside of the homemade treats.
No, I'm not going to quit today or any other day on you, my precious son. My beautiful boy with the wide blue eyes and impossibly blonde hair. As much as you confound and challenge me, you inspire me.
There comes a time, no matter what industry you're in, whether you have a steady and ready desk job, whether you live the exciting life of a traveling food show host, or whether you stay at home, you make a choice. You feel as if you are prepared to do more. You can stay where you are and do more there or you can do more in another separate arena.
How do you know when it's time to end a life? As we wait and see how our 53-year old brother, Kevin, responds to his second brain surgery, this is the question looming above the scenarios offered by the neurosurgeon.
Evil, withholding love, despising children and being equally despised by all. Stepmothers in fairy tales are never depicted nicely. I joined this infamous and complicated club ten years ago.
Meryl Meisler's tome of photography from the 70s titled, "Purgatory & Paradise SASSY '70s: Suburbia & The City" is an exceptio...
Am I saying that women should quit their jobs and stay home barefoot and pregnant? Of course not. I own two companies -- so clearly that's the last thing I want. What I do want is for women to be honest about the toll that working two full time jobs -- both career and motherhood -- is taking on their lives.
Skaftafell, Iceland -- With her whole life ahead of her, our daughter will likely forget this moment in our family's history, but I won't. I am sitt...
I contemplated my retort to each. I could only come up with one; a lie: "Taylor is a nickname. Her real name is Athena. She's Greek... on both sides."
A cutthroat and bruising workplace environment is not for everyone. Know yourself. Don't feel pressure to conform. Define what success means to you. Take a step back and evaluate your priorities. Don't be afraid to draw a line in the sand.
Each year, official government reports indicate that more than 62,000 children are sexually abused. The numbers are especially staggering for girls aged 14-17, of whom researchers estimate more than 17% have experienced sexual abuse.