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Live Happily on Less — click image to see at Amazon.com
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- Major Decision? Don’t Be Rushed
- Fast, Efficient, and Furious — Is This U.S. Culture?
- We Don’t Need Influencers; We Need Each Other
- Compassion and Pride Don’t Mix
- What Will Others Think? Honestly, It Doesn’t Matter
- We Have More Than Two Choices
- Explore a World without Walls or Fences
- Too Many Items on Your List? Do This . . .
- Vacation Every Day?
- Judging Others — We’re Usually Wrong
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Monthly Archives: May 2013
We don’t give them much credit for it, but most of the time, the average pre-schooler knows what he or she is talking about. The other day I shared lunch with a random four-year-old and we decided upon deli chicken. … Continue reading
This may be hard to believe, but sometimes I go weeks without thinking about the big toe on my left foot. And then one day, a wrenching pain will originate at the toe and shoot its way up nerve pathways … Continue reading
Especially if you have teenagers, you can go through each day feeling as if no one listens to a thing that you say, but let me assure you, your words make a difference. I Love You is always impacting, as … Continue reading
Has this ever happened to you? You’re at some religious function (I don’t do these any more, but the memories are strong), and as part of an ice-breaking game, you’re asked, “What three books would you bring with you on … Continue reading
If you’re looking for a basil plant, or oregano, or even rosemary, you can pretty much announce this on the city sidewalks and someone will shove one of these into your hand, but if you want a tarragon plant, even … Continue reading
I was an English major in college, which effectively means that I know how to read a long boring book and write pages and pages on symbolic interpretation that may or may not be valid. What a crucial skill. But … Continue reading