The writing exercise taught me what I can do when I feel stuck in the metaphorical tar pits. When the quicksand threatens, I need to embrace those writing dreams -- to mold my experience into words that can rise above the muck.
In some Latin American countries, people believe that the color of your undies worn on New Year's Eve will influence your luck in the coming year. Pla...
Pope Francis is a man who wants us to understand each other no matter what our differences may be and to do our best to help one another. And that is the core of what every religion should be.
A year later, I said goodbye to my friends in management. As a parting gift, I received a letter of recommendation. In Denver, I used that reference to land a job and by New Year's Eve, had met Mr. Right.
LGBT people smoke cigarettes at rates that are 68 percent higher than the general population; that means smoking affects more of us than any other single health problem. Luckily there is a cure for smoking, and even minutes after you stop your health starts to improve.
Here's a little preparatory guide to help you stay gorgeous and feeling as renewed as your resolutions, despite the late night and fast times.
Some of the most valuable advice that's been shoved in my face this year was from people that I hardly knew.
There's just one more unstructured weekend left before resuming my normal life. As a relatively recent lesbian widow, I begin to obsess at the start of December about how to handle Christmas, my birthday (the 30th), New Year's Eve and New Year's Day.
What I like most about making vision boards for New Year's is that a vision board is just that -- it's stopping to take some time to visualize what you'd like to accomplish in the coming year. I'm not sure why, but it somehow holds less pressure than New Year's resolutions.
For the first time in my life, I actually stuck to my New Year's resolution for 2013. My friends did too and we're already discussing what we're going to focus on for 2014. What sparked the change?
Dead, sprawled on the street, a January corpse, abandoned like a thought. Just days ago this wan carcass that now lies stiff and bloodless face down in gutter soup was the family favorite, so gaily dressed and full of light.
There are moments in our lives that move us. Moments that quietly present us with a gift so magical that they weave themselves onto a permanent patch ...
While at family camp over winter break, my 8-year-old daughter compiled a list of her own resolutions, together with the resolutions of other children. The kids truly say it best.
We have a choice -- we can be defined by our past or we can remake our definition by striking out and writing the pages of our future with hope. We can take a stand today and proclaim in a loud voice that "I will strive to make this year better than the year before."
To struggle is human. I don't just want to do what obligation tells me to do. I want to live, and that means finding the balance to play -- to do what a body is not obliged to do. Last year was physical, and this year is mental. Next year, I'll add another layer to the work in progress.
There was a time when my siblings and I bought presents for my mum and dad on New Years Eve -- the night they were married. It's been nearly 20 years since my dad passed away. I wonder, if like me, my siblings are remembering special dinners, pretty dresses and two people in love.