ROTATION AND BALANCE

Ah, Christmas Eve. Whether you’re celebrating with a full house or spending it solo, there’s something universal about the anticipation that...

Thanksgiving. The day we all come together to celebrate a uniquely American tradition: carb-loading like we’re prepping for the Olympics. Ev...

In his most recent Ad Contrarian newsletter (which you can and should subscribe to here ), the great Bob Hoffman says, “Anytime you see the ...

Yesterday was a very good day. At twelve minutes before noon eastern, you could actually feel the country—nay, the world—breathe a sigh of r...

I’ll be the first to admit every once in awhile I’m late to the high tea party. A few years ago, I remember walking through my living room ...

Despite the fact I’m an only child and the world revolves around me (that’s just science, look it up), I’ve always had a grateful heart and ...

Mom wakes her up. Like every other morning, it’s a "5-more minutes" war of wills. Today mom wins. Not happy about it, she gets ou...

It's that time of year again. The one where I'm making last minute runs to the post office for stamps, and can't stop thinking a...

I'm not gonna lie—I'm feeling a recognition shortage when it comes to appreciation for the many things I do for others. As you can ...

I hope you appreciate how long it took me to find a Thanksgiving post picture that not only was relevant, but also looked, if you squint, li...

There are a lot of powers I'd like to have. I'd like to be able to fly like Superman. It'd get me where I need to go a lot fast...

If you're anything like me - and really, let's hope you're setting your sights higher than that - you share the feeling there...

For the first time in thirteen years, I won’t be spending part of the summer looking out at this view from our hotel room (the ocean is off...

Since this past Thursday night, I've been on my own. The family's been out of town, and it's just been me, the dogs and the gold...

I can hear the season laughing at me, and it sounds like Ho Ho Ho. Until now, this Christmas seemed to be shaping up nicely. It wasn't n...

Like her brother before her, tomorrow morning my daughter will be going with her eighth-grade class to New York, D.C. and a few other stops ...

I didn't get to choose my first family. But I did get to choose my second. And Pete Caubisens, who passed away a few days ago, was a ...