My “Big Rocks” for the New Year
My New Year’s Resolutions are a way to remind myself that if I don’t make the “big rocks” a priority I’ll never get them done.
My New Year’s Resolutions are a way to remind myself that if I don’t make the “big rocks” a priority I’ll never get them done.
Sicilians have a saying—La Famiglia e Tutto (Family is Everything)—and they live by what they say.
I was overlooking an essential ingredient in a long and happy life—the love and support of friends.
I prefer not to think of the end of the summer growing season as the “death” of our vegetable garden, but as a transition into something new and different.
I recently learned that September is a month of great trepidation for some people.
On my most recent trip back to Buffalo, I decided to take a walking tour through a different part of the city.
I sang to the bird, told it not to fear the unknown, and that it was OK to let go of life, whenever it was time.
Nature now provides the “heavy rotation” for me.
A trip through Eastern Europe reminds us of how lucky we Americans really are.
For centuries, poets, writers and philosophers have been inspired by weeping willow trees. So have I.
It is right about this time of year—the end of February—that I start to get the garden itch.
So ubiquitous was the Infant of Prague statue in West Side homes that as a child, I assumed every house in the world had one.