Sometimes dad doesn’t feel all that appreciated. His big day comes after Mother’s Day, so it’s easy for him to feel in second place. But we think you can fix that. No tie or shirt or gift card or box of golf balls can mean as much as your words of love and appreciation to your dad. Dad worked hard to provide a good home and a future for you even at the expense of his own wants and needs. He got home late and ate microwaved dinners after you were in bed. Dad showed up to watch you play
I have a mother that others wish they had. Their mothers have died, or live far away, or they miss having the close relationship that I have with my mom. At 93.5 years, Mom has survived the death of her husband after 60 years of marriage, overcome severe health problems, and endured the deaths of most of her friends and family. She could feel sorry for herself, but she doesn’t. Her eyes and face glow with an inner light that beckons and welcomes anyone in her presence. She is serene. She is playful. When she laughs, we all laugh. We can’t
Have you ever thought about practicing happiness instead of chasing it? Last week we had the good fortune to attend the Mountain States Basketball Championship in Las Vegas, Nevada. We were cheering for Wyoming since my husband Dennis is from Sheridan, Wyoming, and we were ecstatic when the Wyoming Cowboys won and earned a place in the NCAA. We practiced lots of happiness as we cheered each shot and won each game. I noticed another phenomenon as the tournament progressed. Some people began supporting other teams who won after their teams lost. They sat with the other team’s fans,
Do you hate Valentine’s Day or love it? It seems there are more and more voices saying Valentine’s Day was invented by greeting card companies and florists and has lost its meaning. I disagree because I think Valentine’s Day prompts us to take action and show our love. It’s not just about passion; it’s about the give and take of friendship.
What if you dated for the rest of your life? At 25 I had given up on finding someone I could live with for the rest of my life. After nine years of dating, I believed there was no “one.” I was disappointed with the men I met who kept trying to change me into either their mother or their mistress. Then I met someone who changed that.