It’s like those situations in life when despite all indications to the contrary, most people would sooner tolerate the bully than risk even social death.
Trying to live like you were dying makes good music and romantic stories, it can be depressing and exhausting. The trick is valuing those moments without obsessing on mortality.
They say half of success is showing up. It’s easier to get going once you show up, especially if you have the right shoes for the job.
I knew flowers were expensive and didn’t last, and though I thought of it as a beautiful gift, I convinced myself that it was impractical and therefore pointless to desire.
I grew up in that fundametalist world where Red Dawn was prophecy and the best that I could hope for was dying a martyr for either country or religion.
What started as a blanket letter to everyone known to the family, naturally morphed into a silent game of one-upmanship among the Wendalls.
I tuned in to 99.9 this weekend to find the non-stop stream of Christmas music. This song, sung by the lounge singing great, Frank Sinatra, came around. How many people know the song “Happy Holidays!” is the flagship song of a movie called Holiday Inn starring Bing Crosby, Fred Astair and Margorie Reynolds? It was … Continue reading Happy Holidays!