Read this article over the weekend in Maria Shriver’s Sunday Paper. The author is talking to parents about how to raise optimistic children in pessimistic times, but I think it’s a great message for all of us to keep in mind as we navigate our way through life.
Considering this has been one of the coldest winters (and snowiest in some parts of the world) in history I can hardly believe I’m saying this: I was shocked the other day to read we have to change the clocks again next week, March 8 to be precise. So soon?
Where’s the winter gone? Oh, I know there are a lot of you reading this who think I’ve lost my mind. Especially those who live in Boston and may not see pavement again until June or July. If you’re lucky.
Let me clarify. It seems to me it was always later in the season when we did this. You know, move the clocks ahead. Spring forward. Fall back, spring forward?Continue reading →
It’s here. After all the anticipating. Reflecting. And reviewing. After all the planning. Promising. Goal-setting. Resolving. After all the partying. Crazy hats. Noise-making. Party favours. Popping corks. Dancing. Dining. Drinking. Kissing.
After the countdowns. Clock-watching. Drum rolls. Crowds. Couples. Tourists. Revellers. After all the singing. Cheering. Clapping. Shouting. Texting. And calling.
After all the champagne’s gone. The tabs settled. The whistles discarded. The aspirins taken. The make-up removed. The shoes kicked off. The clothes dropped on the floor. The beds turned down. And occupied. The pillows pounded. The lights off.
After the morning after. The hangovers. The headaches. The red eyes. The sore throats. The upset stomachs. The moans. The groans. The recriminations.