I peer down at my own child, snoozing and serene, and have a distinct, crystalline thought. I don't know what kind of mother I will be -- it is still too soon to tell -- but I will never be like that woman across the way.
"Likes" are Facebook's social currency, and there is plenty of thumbs up action going on. After all it feels good to be liked and social acceptance is no exception. But are you a genuine liker, or an automatic one? Do you actually like the things you "like" on Facebook?
In case you weren't aware, bloggers are presently in a battle for their livelihood. The enemy is the new "influencing agencies" who believe we should enjoy working as the unpaid sales force for corporate America.
Until recently, I never shared a real piece of myself with a reader. I rarely wrote about things that moved me at my core and even when I did, in my head, there was too much at stake to share those personal reflections.
Many people ask me how, at age 78, I managed to accumulate such internet popularity. The web is a young people's game, they say. But I beg to differ. When you're my age, becoming a viral sensation is easy.
Experience can be relived. Experience has emotional longevity. It can be improved in our minds as we continue to grow and progress in life. It stays with us and they are lessons we can use everyday for as long as we live.
From wedged to neon, embellished to patterned, sneakers lend a modern -- and comfortable -- edge to any daytime look. Whether offsetting a feminine skirt or finishing off a casual ensemble, get inspired by these street stylers as they prove sporty kicks are just the way to step up your shoe game!
When I turned 18 years old, I figured out what I wanted to do in my life. I'm 19 now, and I may not have all the answers to life, but I've certainly understood this notion that it's always best to find out who you want to be rather than what you want to be.
The image I chose for my post was a beautiful Tree of Life creation, which fit perfectly with the subject matter of my post. At the time, I remember hesitating for just a moment. Was it an image I had purchased from a service? Had I found it in Creative Commons? Was it OK to use?
I assumed that my audience was mostly American teenagers going through high school just like me. I never took a second to fathom that an individual in another country could be reading my work and even consider it for publishing. Here is where the fun part of my story begins.
The sun has slowly set upon one of Hallmark's most profitable holidays. President's Day week has now arrived. There are no expectations laid on us for this celebration... we can be seen in public without a partner and not an eyebrow will be raised.
Life in the Boomer Lane spends a lot of time making fun of things in this world that make her laugh, make her crazy and have her believe we are all literally going to hell in a hand basket, and the hand basket is ratty and moldy and full of holes and doesn't even have anything good to eat in it.
Living a life that follows the ideal notions of what other people think is a terrible way to live. It makes you become the spineless spectator who waits for other people to take action first. Worst of all, it makes you become someone who doesn't take a stand for anything.