The covers. I didn't give these up so much as they were stolen from me. I swear, my husband tucks himself in under the blanket, and then grabs hold of the edges and rolls until he's wrapped in a cocoon, leaving me shivering and glued to his side searching for his escaping body heat.
We humans are a mixed bag. There is a lot of goodness in us. There is a lot of brokenness in us. It would be marvelous if we could have the goodness without the brokenness. Much of humanity has dreamed of this for many, many years.
What a rush. My New England homeland tunnels through snow in sub-zero temperatures and I'm loving it. And I'm loving that I love it -- which sounds like I'm whupping it up over the gloomiest Lent since the Dark Ages.
Who wouldn't love to be swooped up and carried? So, I indulge Harrison's requests to be picked up, even when I would really like to be carried myself. Isn't that the ideal metaphor for parenting, really? We do things for our children that no one does for us anymore.
Most Americans, if we can trust the polls, think our country is on the wrong track. They also seem to think that someone else put us there. Washington knew better. If America is failing, it is because we are failing to be what he knew we should and could be.
Veterans should be honored everyday, not just one day set aside so Americans can feel patriotic, do a little flag-waving, and go back to their lives never thinking about the plight of veterans until they're forced to do it all over again next year.
She cried when you found out she was pregnant. She cried as she gave birth to you. She cried when she first held you. She cried with happiness. She cried with fear. She cried with worry. She cried because she feels so deeply for you.
Most parents want their children's lives to be abundant and want to give them more than they had. But sometimes the only help they can give is by sharing what they've learned through their own life experience, telling their children the best of what they know. I
Over 30 years have passed, since this particular act of Kindness was shown towards me, yet I can still clearly remember what happened and remain deeply thankful to the person who helped the little boy that I once was
Current year's Eid al-Adha calls for a conversation among Muslims and all global citizens. We intend to prompt the global conscientiousness regarding the need to help the needy as well as confront those committing crimes against their fellow man and our shared earth.
In America right now there's a battle that needs to be fought and won in our political arena. It's a battle over what kind of country, and what kind of planet, our children and grandchildren will live in.
My privileged life was made possible because of a series of sacrifices. Those who make the biggest sacrifices, the kind that give people like me a privileged life of opportunity, freedom, and hope, exhibit the greatest patience and strength.
In this troubling and complex world it still feels good to have simple answers, to place all the blame on particular individuals whom we have learned to despise and fear. When ancient societies felt pressures similar to this they commonly engaged in the practice of human sacrifice.