Punxsutawney Phil didn’t see his shadow, spring is coming early, the Year of the Monkey begins, it’s a new moon Monday, the Super Bowl is over, and . . .
I am a sucker for love stories. Happy love stories. And since this is the first day of the month of celebrating love . . .
I missed Betty White’s birthday this year. Seriously, I forgot about it until I saw it online. Why does it matter?
It’s Martin Luther King, Jr. Day. I’m embarrassed to admit that I haven’t celebrated this day in the past in any meaningful way.
Because some Mondays you need baby goats to inspire you . . .
Nelson Mandela read the poem "Invictus" while he was in prison. The poem is a meaningful reminder of starting my new year as the "master of my fate, the captain of my soul."
Love thy neighbor, yes, it's really not that hard. In the aftermath of what has been going on in the world, I’m finding more and more moments of . . .
Today I read something that not only inspired me but changed me. As a Turkish-American non-practicing Muslim, I have been silent for too long. I can no longer be silent.
My Monday Morning posts are where I share things, quotes, talks, videos, events, and photos that inspire me. (Not a bad way to start the week.)
In spite of all going on in the world, there is good. With all the stories of hate and negativity streaming on the news and in social media, I look for stories of hope, courage, and love.