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.
As a human being, I am a part of God's creation, yet I am also human, and limited. I am material, even though I am Spirit-infused. Because I am material, I am bound by the limits of materiality. But that's a blessing.
Happy New Year: Renewal It's a fresh start to a brand new year. Hopefully, you are starting it feeling rested, refreshed, and with a list--even if...
The final sun of the year is broken upon the water, an accident no longer waiting to happen, a bulb con- solidated no longer, a shattered whole compr...
Now that I'm nearly 16 (eeek!), I need to start becoming more independent and responsible. I have to stop relying on my mom to talk to the doctor or the salesperson.
What did I want for myself in 2013? My mind drifted to yoga. I had signed up for a teacher training program, so why not make this my Year Of Yoga by supplementing my training with additional classes? 200 seemed like a nice round number, and it's not like it would take over my life.
Before even starting your list, make another list -- the list of resolutions you made for 2013. How many of them did you actually finish? Better yet, how many of them did you even start?
One of the many reasons I love living in New York is that we get a front row seat to the innumerable thrills that take place here -- from conventions and awards shows, to parades and U.N. assemblies. But my favorite New York tradition is the annual New Year's Eve ball-drop on Times Square. All around the globe, people are counting down in thousands of different languages as we bid goodbye to the departing year.
I often find myself humiliated when I'm asked, "What did you get up to over the holidays?," and I reply with an explanation of my varying sleeping patterns and a story about getting leg cramp from my desk chair.
This is for my progressives. My fellow activists and outside the boxers who are rightfully disillusioned with the electoral process, but courageous enough to stay in the game. Tomorrow morning, we take a big step forward.
You're just not excited about fireworks anymore if they're not coming out of Katy Perry's breasts.
Dear 2013, As eager as I am to slam the door shut on you, I want to take a moment to say thank you. Thank you for all of the humbling lessons and f...
I'm not rich or famous, but I am now, finally, reaping and creating opportunities that five years ago would have been purely fantasy. Brutal as those five years were, I'm grateful beyond words for all they taught me.
New Years, and the time I always resolve to lose more weight, is arriving. Will I once again choose a diet du jour, and try to follow it for a few months, only to slip back into my favorite high calorie snacks and desserts?
I'd even equate New Year's Eve to Oscar night for us mere mortals -- a chance to pull out all your beauty tricks and shine like a star! Sounds like a lot of pressure, but it doesn't have to be.
This year, I don't want memories. I don't want wishes or goals or resolutions. I don't want the fantasy, the promise of tomorrow. I don't want plans or agenda or deadlines. I don't want excuses. I don't want distractions. I don't want more time. I don't want yesterday. I don't want tomorrow.