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Once you master this finite art of gratitude, you will come to see there are really no Big things to prevent you from discovering true inner happiness, no matter what your lot.
I can just imagine the lead of my obituary: "Jerry Zezima, a longtime newspaper columnist and certified public nuisance, died yesterday of complications from a hangnail. He was 58."
I never knew Mr. Simon's first name. It seemed to me that after 82 years of building a life, a business through sheer force of will, Mr. Simon was an appropriate moniker.
For now, I'm concentrating on soaking up these holidays when it's still just me, my sisters and cousins sitting at the kids' table, with no outsiders to explain ourselves to.
"Just Put the Turkey in the Oven" went crazy over the Thanksgiving weekend and it provided a wild tsunami ride for everyone involved, including the poor family members who were stuck with us and our smart (but not so polite) phones.
My spouse and I experienced a turkey-less, stuffing-less, cranberry-sauce-less, and green-bean-casserole-less Thanksgiving dinner this year, and survived to tell of it.
Thanksgiving, my agenda this year was to be with my "big" family and loved ones -- those who support me and my writings. I was set for a great time, and I blocked my disease from my mind.
In laboratory studies, a gratitude practice has been shown to help one to feel more energetic, happy, optimistic, alert and determined. Physically, those with a gratitude practice were found to have a more regular exercise routine and reported fewer physical ailments.
Why shouldn't we focus our holiday get-togethers around food when, biologically, eating makes us feel good?
Millicent Rogers, heiress to a Standard Oil fortune, hosted a memorable Thanksgiving in Taos, New Mexico in 1949 after her disastrous love affair with actor Clark Gable came to an end.
We've compiled a list of great gifts that won't bust your budget and are small enough to fit in a stocking.
I started to think about sports for the first time in ages. And I thought about how lucky I was to have shared endless hours playing with my dad as a kid. This is what I remember.
While we tend to view ourselves and others around us in terms of predictably consistent personality types, time and time again behavioral science demonstrates that how we think and what we do varies dramatically by simple situational considerations like where we are.
Macy's Thanksgiving Parade is the most urban of holiday celebrations. Nothing can spoil it. It is New York's best and New York at it's best. In fact, it is people at their best too.
I am grateful every day to have a network of friends, a full-time job, and a church community at this point in my life. But as a mother in my mid-forties, I deeply miss my own parents.
Opting out of home cooked traditions last week allowed me to opt in to my family -- to connect with my husband and daughters in a way that I haven't been able to do in quite a while.
