No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.
Back when I was dating, the dreaded C word was Commitment. As soon as most men found out I had a child, they ran. If I ever got close enough to say the words, ‘I love you,’ they ran faster.
Bakers get excited over aprons. I love the soft cotton ones with pockets like my gramma and mom wore. They always kept a hankie tucked in one pocket, which wasn’t sanitary, but was comforting to the child who needed a tear or nose wiped.
We all have a personal pool of quicksand inside us where we begin to sink and need friends and family to find us and remind us of all the good that has been and will be.
I once heard someone say that prayer is more than words. It’s a stance you take, a position you claim. You throw your body against the door to keep the demons from advancing and stay put until they go away.
Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.
Whatever doesn’t kill you really does make you stronger.
To celebrate growing older, I once wrote the 45 lessons life taught me. It is the most-requested column I’ve ever written.
Each day is a precious gift to be savored and used, not left unopened and hoarded for a future that may never come.
There’s so much living to be squeeze into the cracks of one little day. You can make someone laugh, smile, hope, sing, think.
Over prepare, then go with the flow.
However good or bad a situation is, it will change.
You don’t have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.
As much as the Pulitzer is the hallmark of journalism, I think what I love the most is when somebody says they took my column and it’s in their wallet. I have had people open their wallet and show me a corner of a column.
To go after what you want in life, you have to silence the critics, starting with the biggest one: you.
Get busy living the life of your dreams instead of looking for the man or woman of your dreams.
Choice, not chance, determines your destiny.
The world isn’t ending. You are just experiencing turbulence. The plane is safe. The pilot is good. You’re in the right seat of life. You just hit a patch of bumpy air. Wait. It will pass.
In real life, the dots aren’t numbered.
Life is not about how you survive the storm, but how you dance in the rain!