
Being happy is a choice. I was reminded of this by my 6-year-old son when he caught me in a whirlwind of anger. Read more…
Being happy is a choice. I was reminded of this by my 6-year-old son when he caught me in a whirlwind of anger. Read more…
Are you happy? When I was a kid, my Dad always asked me and my sisters, “Are you happy?” We’d always answer and I’d often wonder why he kept asking us that. Now I find myself asking Timmy “Are you happy?” occasionally, and now I know why my Dad kept asking. Read more…
Waking up at your own time. Not being afraid to ask questions. Making wonderful acquaintances. In vino veritas (There is truth in the wine.) A cheeseburger. Putting your hair up in a butterfly clip after a long day. Walking around home barefoot. Rosy cheeks from laughing out loud. Sour cream on roasted potatoes. The pitter-patter […] Read more…