First fact: I’m 33. I like being 33. I don’t feel old; I don’t feel young. I found my first gray hair last week. My closest friends are 56, 33, 42, 61 and 26. With these friends, we never talk about age. We appreciate each other for who we are and what we have experienced.…
When I was little my Nana told me that I was pretty. When I was a teenager she told me that I was smart. These days I’m pretty sure she has no idea what my job is, but she tells me that she is proud of me. All of these things contributed towards my confidence.…
I will preface this post by saying that 1)I’m not a parent and 2)I had a pretty crappy childhood (don’t worry, I’ll write a book about it one day), but I have a lot of friends that are parents and I have a pretty cool nephew. That said, I have a feeling that this post…
Being nice is important. That seems simple, right? The sad truth is that not everyone is nice and people notice. It’s a fact (feel free to argue this with me) that people are more polite based on their geographic location. I live in NJ. I notice that people are more polite when I visit other…
When I was a child I hated parades. Actually, it wasn’t that I hated them, but I hated sitting on the side lines watching other people have all of the fun. I wanted to be the person on the float waving at the crowd. It looked like it was much more fun to participate in…