Today is World Poetry day. Yep, it’s a real thing. In 1999, Unesco (United Nations Educational, Scientific, and Cultural Organization) declared March 21 as World Poetry Day.
Today is a hard Monday. After the devastating news of the Ankara bombing yesterday, my heart is heavy, my spirit saddened.
I'm blessed to have so many women in my life who inspire me, from my mom to my first-grade teacher to my former boss Robin to Sandra Day O’Connor.
It’s President’s Day, and I probably should be writing about inspirational presidents or posting some inspiring video with some president’s meaningful speech. But that’s not what is inspiring me today.
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."