What day is it?
It just occurred to me I haven’t written in weeks. Well, I have written, I just haven’t written this blog. Wanna hear all my awesome excuses? School got out and I forgot what day of the week it was. And I went on long bike rides with my kids. And I built a second home
Kindness crosses a variety of comfort zones
I’m a pretty outgoing person. There are certainly things that heighten my anxiety, but talking to strangers isn’t one of them. I have to remember that just because my comfort zone covers a four ZIP code-area, not everyone is wired the same way. For some people, making eye contact and sending out a genuine smile
One Kind Compliment Changes the Evening
Twenty-one years ago, I met a woman with a beautiful face and an even more beautiful spirit. Her name was Kelly Roarke and she was Miss Rhode Island 1997. I was Miss Wisconsin at the time and we became friends on the stage of the Miss America pageant. I haven’t heard from Kelly in years.
Kindness is the Real Showstopper
Saul and I were young parents when the circus came to town. Only two of our three children had been born, and with both of them under the age of 5, it felt like we were living in a circus. Or at the very least, a zoo. We hiked the steps to our seats in
Kindness comforts while dog finds his way home
My dog is lying upside down right now on an oversized chair in my home office. It’s ridiculous to look over and see this 70-pound goldendoodle beast all sprawled out like she owns the place. She does this almost every morning, and it always makes me smile. I never get tired of my constant companion.
The Kindness Podcast Episode 32: The 90 Day Life
Dr. Jen Faber reached a tipping point. She was living her life on autopilot, until she woke up and realized she had the ability to walk away from the burnout and begin again. She’s the author of The 90 Day Life: How to Live More in 3 Months Than You Have in 3 Years. Hear
The Power of How
I got a beach ball in the mail the other day. A fully inflated beach ball. I didn’t even know you could do that! I can only imagine what my mail carrier and every other post office employee must have been thinking as they sorted letters, packages and my beach ball. I walked into the
