There's a saying: "Everything's better with bacon."
We are all living just 10 years away from a world we can hardly imagine.
What's in a smile? It depends on whom you ask.
I forgot to give my husband his birthday card this year. I didn't forget his birthday.
We all need a happy place, or at the very least can benefit from one — or a dozen. Take your pick. You don’t have to limit yourself to just one happy place. Go ahead; grab a few. They’re free! A happy place doesn’t have to be a place, per se, but it can be. It is a state of mind sometimes brought on by a physical location, but it can be achieved by any number of conditions: country music, classical music, hard rock, a lullaby, complete silence.
You might find them wearing jeans and a sweatshirt.
We play a name-that-tune game in the car while listening to the radio.
Mr. Rogers made the most of his neighborhood. I try to do the same — by walking the different streets in the name of “exercise.” As a bonus, along the way, I make interesting and not-so-interesting observations. You can learn a lot by walking the neighborhood, which is completely different from casing the neighborhood. Which I do not condone or recommend. In any circumstance.
I worry. We all do.
They'd be the first to admit they are more adept at handing off a football versus a tiny human being, but during the last week they've certainly given the latter their best efforts.