The snow that blankets the East Coast today does more for me than just make for a picture perfect holiday and white Christmas. Snow is a clean slate to the world. It’s fridigity calms the bustle of the streets to a turtle’s pace and it peacefully blankets our lives with childish joy and fun. While I do love a good snow-day off
It’s everyone’s favorite time of year; a time of celebration, love, family, sharing, and giving. This special week of Christmas and New Years is possibly one of the most remembered of childhood memories, most cherished in family histories, and most looked forward to, yet there seems to be a consistent paradox that haunts the season.
The Christmas season reminds me of how many more ways there are to love and give to others than I normally do. I consider myself a giving person, but there are infinite ways in which I can give more. Giving always returns to you ten-fold, but why are we so often hestitant to give
Our lives move at a constant 85 mph. It is a pace of life that is adulated by American society for its efficiency, productivity, and ability to “do it all” in one day. The sad truth is that 85 mph is a speed which prevents us from really living. Someone told me this weekend that
Fall makes me think about my family and friends more than any other season. I don’t know why, but there is something about the crispness of the air, the changing colors of the leaves and the promises of the holidays to come that seem to make life’s vibrancy imperative to share. Inevitably, Fall inspires me to