Lifestyle

Change can be daunting – and it can happen when we want it to or when we least expect it. But one thing that remains constant is that change is inevitable. It can be difficult to accept change because it can force us outside of our comfort zone…

After caring for my parents, I looked long and hard at my lifestyle. I knew urgent changes weren’t necessary, but carefully assessing my situation made me feel in control of the future…

In my work with women who are looking to redefine in some way on this side of 50, time (or lack thereof) is seemingly the number one barrier standing in their way. But, as we dig further, in most cases, time is not the real issue…

As summer winds down and kids head back to school, I remember the days I’d prepare for my new grade. I loved covering my textbooks with brown paper, organizing my pencil case, arranging outfit combinations, and labeling my folders…

20 years ago, the first time I was on Koh Lanta, I experienced a monumental event. Not because I was on a tropical island for the first time, and not because I was new to Thailand, nor somewhere so remote. It was because of the brief overwhelming…

“Wow, your hair smells really good.” It’s an odd thing for someone else’s husband to say to you, but it wasn’t the first time I’d heard it. And when the wife hugged me, too, as we all sat down to our restaurant meal that evening…

There is no aspect of funeral service as misunderstood as cremation. The biggest misconception is that cremation precludes any and all funeral services. Nothing could be further from the truth…

The whole premise of my education business, Mind Money Motion, is that the more we take care of our mind and body, the less we have to worry about running out of money… because good health costs less…

Do you remember how years before the advent of the Internet we used to write old-fashioned letters to one another that we stamped and mailed? Maybe we even got creative and sealed the letter with special sealing wax…

I was walking across the street toward our mailbox and was suddenly overtaken by a high-speed mass of curly, blond hair. It was a large, young, long-legged Labradoodle – airborne. She had come running from the street behind mine…