The Beatles song that comforts you, Here Comes the Sun, is a lovely tune. And it suits you.
The Beatles song that comforts you, Here Comes the Sun, is a lovely tune. And it suits you.
Working moms have been pushing for better practices for some time, and I think it’s time for us join them in a big way.
When I’ve already committed to making an impactful contribution, what will I do?
The point here is not that I am cured of shouting (I’m not). The point is to share what happened after I started shouting less.
This exercise is how I am trying to vaccinate myself so I don’t continue to be a carrier of hate, disrespect, and fear.
I didn’t hear what he said the first time. And then he clarified, with emphasis, from his stroller, clutching his water bottle.
I do want this pandemic to end. But I hope we can keep some of the happy parts when this is over.
Getting up off the mat is not the act that matters, it’s a prerequisite.
This is the first question of my morning reflection. It forces me to honestly evaluate the previous day.
Expressing gratitude helps me keep my mind right and my emotions stable. It’s my first order of business at work, and I look forward to it every, single, day. I recommend doing it daily.
It’s crazy that even this soft position is probably radical: I believe that the ends may never justify the means.
Simple is not only enough, simple might be better than smart.
It would be tremendously transformative if we all taught our kids to tell the truth. When we don’t, it leads to tragedy instead.
What we do and how we do it aren’t always in tension. But it happens often enough. And when they are in tension, the choice defines me, defines us.
Am I in it for the power, or the responsibility? The distinction is a big one.