CNN has been entrusted by classrooms across the country to provide relevant news to our nation's children. This was not a story for children to see their first day back.
Just like knowing someone with cancer, almost everyone has either lived through a natural disaster or has a relative who has in the past few years -- ...
After a couple of months of nonstop Super Walmart, I had enough. I decided to take a field trip for the day while the kids were in school just to go to Whole Foods and stock up. You would not believe how thrilling this was for me, and I was a bit giddy with anticipation.
Last week Americans were waiting for the super committee to figure out our budget woes, and save us with a plan. No luck. They didn't bother to even m...
Who was your favorite teacher growing up? Everyone has one or two that shifted life's path, encouraged a leap of faith, or went the extra mile to push untapped potential.
Teaching to the test, and overwhelming kids with content, while eliminating recess, field trips or project based learning has created kids who are stressed out, sleep deprived, cheating to get by.
I suspect the activities that consume all hours of the day and night are not as important as we think they are, and learning to step back and evaluate our priorities could help generate vital time to do nothing.
Dr. John A. Bargh of Yale has shown our mind is constantly being shaped by the things we encounter in the physical world, right down to the hardness of our chair.
Let's face it, Mother's are pretty simple creatures and don't require much on our special day. To celebrate Mother's Day, consider giving your mom a new book, a nice cup of tea and some spaciousness to become lost in a great story.
There is something special about feeling transported by an amazing story. The art of complex storytelling is nearly lost in our society. We are used to such pre-packaged entertainment.
Huff Po readers: how do you engage your "right brain" in a crisis? What sort of rituals or experiences have you used that had a powerful impact on you?
Ever stopped to wonder how bunnies, eggs and scavenger hunts are related to Easter's religious celebration of Jesus dying on the cross and rising again? Strange bedfellows they are.
Now my life consists of trying to make ends meet and trying to stay on top of my son's ongoing battle with bone tumors. I do my best to keep my chin up for my kid's sake.
Confluence represents a coming together of random moments in your life that are startlingly familiar. It is the mystery that surrounds those 'coincidences' that nudge you in a new direction.
The ability to imagine something better is the fuel of all great invention, change or innovation in life. Without it, we are essentially floating adrift without a compass.
If you are reading this and haven't set your clock ahead, you're probably late for something. Daylight savings has arrived, and the phrase, "Spring Ahead" means we lose an hour of time -- poof -- just like that.
In my previous post, I wrote about our traditional social life, vs. the expanding world of social networking. I promised two follow up stories about each, but Monday is International Women's Day. I couldn't resist.
Our traditional social lives, coupled with modern social networking, is the new standard -- and it's here to stay. How do we balance the expanding possibilities for social connections in a way that is healthy?
If teens are not allowed 20% of their time to be less structured, they are robbed of the opportunity to sink into the deeper recesses of their minds to "make something up" or explore their inner selves.
Essentially, the take-away is that parents today are treating their kids as if they are mini-adults, when, in fact, they require vastly different tools and parameters to grow up.
The hope, for Haitians and ourselves, is that although there will always be cracks, it is through these broken places that our awakening is prompted in our hearts.
I am amazed at the sheer volume of funny stories I received this week reflecting the idiotic things we do when sleep deprived. Here are some of the "best of the best" from a variety of good sports.
When I am exhausted, I can't remember where I parked my car after a five minute run into the store, but the second my husband looks at me cross-eyed, I am a ball of fury and sobs.
There is something nostalgic about spare time. Like an old friend you knew once and somehow lost touch. Spare time beckons, yet few can hear the whispers.
Here we are, the weekend after Thanksgiving. The leftovers are gone, black Friday is past, and everyone can resume normal activities. Does this mean I don't have to be grateful anymore?