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Has the resolution behind your New Year's resolution worn off with your champagne headache? Has it sunk in just how hard it is to really change your life? I've collected a few poems that might help.
"Never bring shame to our family." For a while, this voice forced me into the closet and I could not openly talk about my lesbian child. I was afraid that I would be judged a terrible mother who brought dishonor to her family.
For my New Year's resolution, I want to understand the banks. I have a scientific curiosity about how these banks work. The only way I can think of to truly understand the banks is to dissect one of them.
Legend has it that when Dom Perignon first discovered champagne, he called out, "Come quickly, I am tasting the stars!" It's hard to disagree with the Frenchman -- a cool glass of bubbly can make even the most stoic person let loose a giggle or a smirk.
As 2012 came to a close, the city's holiday parties seemed to be as crazily, wonderfully fractured as Miami these days -- from an old-school dance party in gritty Wynwood to the requisite Ugly Sweater Party at Miami Beach's trendiest hotel du jour.
So, Occupy is off to a good start for 2013. Heading into its second year of existence, it has a tailwind of good will and solid evidence of steadfast members who both lead and follow as called upon.
Here are some psychological New Year's resolutions that may serve boomers well as they embark on another year.
Sometimes, I miss the excitement of my youth, but tonight I do not. Tonight, I realize that I have exchanged it for something even better.
Here are some tips I've offered my clients -- and now you -- to get out of the all-or-nothing mentality and into the mode of setting lifestyle goals that you can actually stick with to help you lead a healthier and more hassle-free life.
We were in the midst of dinner when Michael mentioned that among the very few material possessions he'd been able to grab before a wall of flames drove him and Martha out of their house was the documentary footage he'd shot 35 years ago of Fleetwood Mac's 1977 Japanese tour.
Watching a career-spanning set, the crowd at Radio City was simply in awe of what the hometown hero was doing. It was a night of raw emotion, a fond farewell to a very memorable year and a massive embrace of the new year to come.
Eddie had been saying, "San-ta! San-ta!" all week, but now that he was face-to-face with the man, he just sat there and said nothing. He didn't look particularly happy, and yet he didn't look particularly sad or frightened. He simply sat there as if Santa's lap was a chair like any other.
This is not about delusion. It is not about pretending that problems do not exist. This is about re-adjusting our gaze. This is about getting excited and celebrating what we have going for ourselves as a community.
Each year, we pledge to transform ourselves into a super human, a being that is part Bill Gates mogul, part Michelle Obama arms, part Halle Berry stunner and part Oprah. Each year we crash and burn. Why?
What could be better than panoramic views of the Opera House, an idyllic sunset and prime position for fireworks?