Instead of measuring your day by the events that frustratefocus on the number of times you smile,the number of times you see others smile.The pieces of information you …
No Soup For You
I can't believe it, walking into Wakefield market this morning there's ice in the parking lot and it's only mid-November. I zip up my fleece to keep the wind from …
New Shoes
I bought a new pair of shoes at Marshalls this week. Wednesday, when I got home from work I noticed a smudge on the toe of one of my dress shoes. I had just polished …
My Mom Is Turning 80
Naturally a parent has to have a great deal of patience and stamina to raise a family of four boys, but it also helps if you have some exceptional talents. My mother …
Mindful Approach
This is it, right now, one of those moments Recognize when it's one of those moments right now and make a deliberate effort to create the space for just that …
Some Things I’ve Learned From My Father
I'll bet most fathers wonder, looking back over the years, if their kids ever paid much attention to what they were really trying to teach them. As I'm sure you'll be …
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A Ripple Across The Surface Of The Pond
I had a couple of appointments and few other things to get done on Monday before my work schedule would give me that long break for the Christmas holiday. It never …
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Bedtime Stories
When my children were young I used to tell them stories at night to help them fall asleep. The two boys shared a room. I sat on the floor, and under the faint glow of …
Bad Dog
I nearly lost a finger to a dog during my walk today. I walk sometimes because all other forms of exercise are off limits due to my shoulder rehab. But this is no …
The Mighty Plow Lives To Plow Another Day
We've been hit with another major snowstorm, another day out of school that Rachel doesn't have to make up because seniors must graduate on a predetermined day …
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