Category: Love


Cheers to a family Christmas, however yours may look.

If there’s one thing I know, it’s that “family” comes in an infinite number of variations: every size, shape, species and incarnation. Large, small, by blood, by friendship, by proximity, by interest. In my opinion, the...


In honor of 9/11, let love be our legacy.

It’s been 13 years — 156 months — 4,680 days since that day. THE day. I feel like the last 13 years has blown by in a whirlwind of Facebook posts and Starbucks soy...


Using love to ditch a bad mood.

Bad moods: they’re the bane of human existence.  Like being swept up by the tide or trapped in a loop of Netflix binge-watching, they can feel totally overwhelming and unavoidable. I know. There are plenty...

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Be brave. Choose love.

“You can fail at what you don’t want, so you might as well take a chance at doing what you love.” – Jim Carrey. Wise dude.


Stop with the shaming.

Shaming is most certainly nothing new. Hell, humans have been shaming each other since we came down out of the trees, bananas in hand. It’s a human tradition, designed to keep people in check and abiding...


So much goodness went on in the world today.

It’s so incredibly easy to put our attention on the negative. It’s effortless, really. Society is predisposed to a pessimistic perspective, what with the mass media and their penchant for fear mongering and sensationalism and clicks/clicks/clicks. We...


Farewell to ‘a woman who teaches by being’

Maya Angelou died today. Quotes keep bubbling up into my Facebook news feed — verses of her poetry, words of wisdom, eternal truths about life and love and lost luggage and rainbows and the human condition....


Has anyone told you how awesome you are today?

It’s 10 a.m. on Monday morning. Has anyone sung your praises yet today? Has anyone told you you’re splendid? Wonderful? Glorious? Has anyone reminded you you’re a remarkable, one-of-a-kind creation? Has anyone professed their awe at your awesomeness?...


Tell the people you love how perfect they are.

It’s likely you love a lot of people. But people are imperfect, so you probs don’t so much love their flaws, their foibles, their habits that get on your last, raw, bleeding nerve. THAT...