It’s getting harder and harder to keep up my positive attitude. There comes a point when even the most bright-eyed and bushy-tailed among the cheery crowd needs to drop the pretense that willing it, visualizing it, focusing on it, breathing about it, and sending out positive vibes will not move Reality Mountain. That is where I am right now. The wall I have been trying to move appears to be immovable. Have I failed in correctly visualizing? Have I not breathed correctly to allow my positive thoughts to impact the universe?

There used to be a time when children would dream of becoming the president when they grew up. I am sad to say that I have never heard these words uttered by my own children. Why?  

I don't know about you, but I know that music can totally mirror my mood or even change it completely. I remember sitting in church when I was an angsty teen and feeling very mood and unhappy. I was dating a psycho at the time so that is probably why. Anyway, our church decided to sing the Cat Steven's song, Morning Has Broken, and for some reason it just lifted me up and made me happy. Not so sure why, it just did and frankly I didn't care because it was a relief to not feel like crap.

Friends for a Season, Always a Reason We ask that you never regret having merged with another, for in doing so you have not only given but you have also received. While the tide may turn, or the leaves grow brittle and fall, choose to focus on the life that existed when all fruits were ripe.

I’ve been telling this lie for some 20+ years and now I’m tired of it…the cover-up.  I’ve decided to go for the silver – to let my white roots grow out.  I am not as beautiful as José Mateo (of José Mateo Ballet Theatre in Cambridge) or as striking as Frieda Garcia, or as stunning as legendary model Carmen Dell'Orifice (check out the video about her on You Tube).   I didn’t inherit my grandmother’s high cheeks that were strong/beautiful/alluring for her entire life.  (I always think women with high cheekbones have faces that l

I was fortunate enough to run into a recent online ABC interview with Paula Abdul, concerning her battle with RSD and the resulting pain that she has endured for 25 years. Also , her use of Opioid medications so she could get out of bed and have as productive a life as her pain allows her to.

A new question surrounding Merck's HPV vaccine. Is the media to blame for over hyping Gardasil? Personally, I think there is enough blame to go around for everyone here. But, the latest evidence is pointing to the news media sensationalizing the HPV and cervical cancer link. Why am I not surprized? Is there anything the news media doesn't over-hype and sensationalize these days? From The New York Times...

The last two days of the Democratic National Convention contained a whirlwind of events culminating with the final speeches at Invesco field featuring Barack Obama, now the official Democratic nominee for president. Finally after a week of running around, we were all in the same place witnessing history.

When my son was born, our house transformed from a chic, yuppie house to all things baby boy. A barrage of toys-for-boys filled the rooms, an indoor slide, a maze of parachute tunnels and a mini-basket ball hoop dominated his playroom. His closet broke a rod holding the dozens of blue outfits he had been given and I had bought. Every day I was off to the store to get something he needed, and whether it was the latest baby gizmo or another have-to-have baby accessory, I managed to find something new and necessary for him.

It's 12:09 and both teens are finally home.  Tonight was the first football game for the new season.  It was held at a school about an hour away from home.  My teenage daughter (17) was driving out there with her friend.  I went to watch my son (15) play and then headed home leaving both teens there to watch the varsity game. My son took the bus home with his team, but my daughter had to drive home.  The expressways are all under construction, as usual, and I said a little prayer that God will keep her safe on the way home.  

As Katy, Erin and I worked the convention from one end of Denver to the other we were treated to celebrity sightings galore. Despite the fact that Erin and Katy are from Los Angeles and are each tangentially related to the entertainment industry, I was the chief celebrity spotter due to my role as a diligent (um, some might say unhealthy - I like to call it thorough) pop culture observer.

A few days ago I had to make a phone call to Saudi Arabia from work. I hopped onto Google to check 'current time in Riyadh' and clicked on the first link. I did find the time, but I was distracted by this: You see that? That's CRAZY hawt! (For those of you who don't speak Celsius, the high is 113, 114 degrees every day!)