Plan Your Makeover, Sir
Admit that some parts of you are sabotaging what the rest of you wants. Then make concrete goals each week that’ll pull your thoughts, feelings and behaviors in alignment with your desired traits. If you want to be nicer
Admit that some parts of you are sabotaging what the rest of you wants. Then make concrete goals each week that’ll pull your thoughts, feelings and behaviors in alignment with your desired traits. If you want to be nicer
The first emotion I had felt when I saw him was not lust, but fear. Stark, cold, going to die fear. Moments before I had seen him, I had heard him growling in the enveloping darkness. Fool that I was, I had taken an unfamiliar trail, too close to night.
There I was in a little Cessna 172, buzzing along at 110 knots across Arizona with one of my fellow CFIs and dear friends on a beautiful sunny day in April. I was more focused than I’d ever been. Why? Because I was flying
She gave me a recipe for beans and rice after my boyfriend and I had a delightful diner in her home. Her boyfriends and mine both worked in baseball. She had a beautiful face and a body that Marilyn Monroe would’ve envied
I can see myself getting up from a small campfire and walking away from it across the dunes to the beach. When I go over the last big hill and down to the shore, I see its nighttime isolation
It’s almost New Year’s Resolution time, and in that vein, I know a lot of you will be planning a personality makeover. 2019 has shown that things weren’t ideal, right? So here goes:
Ah, that crisp snap in the air. The changing of the seasons (in other cities, not where my home in LA is of course) can only mean one thing: the holidays are upon us. And while others may look forward to those special times
Well, here it is, holiday season again, and I’m so, so remiss in getting out those cards. It’s hardly December and I’ve already received cards in 4 digit numbers (just an estimate), and I haven’t begun to put
Some teachers enter our lives for just a moment; others create bonds for years. The best, though, leave marks forever. When I was a high school senior, my biology teacher introduced me to genealogical research with an assignment
When I was little, I used to go next door to my friend Christine’s house first thing in the mornings, on weekends, to ask her to play. Her mom was always pulling fresh orange-icing rolls out of the oven right