In kindergarten your idea of a good friend was the person who let you have the red crayon when all that was left was the ugly black one. In first grade your idea of a good friend was the person who went to the bathroom with you and held your hand as you walked through…

(This is a choice message that was sent to me…please take time to read it) My brother-in-law opened the bottom drawer of my sister’s bureau and lifted out a tissue-wrapped package. “This,” he said, “is not a slip. This is lingerie.” He discarded the tissue and handed me the slip. It was exquisite; silk, handmade…

I start my day with thoughts of gratitude as the Opportunity Clock wakes me up. This is easy to do for me. It certainly is a habit.

I read a wonderful quote by Abraham: Your hands are tied in action, but your hands are not tied in imagination — and everything springs forth from the imagination. Everything. Anything that you want to Be, Do, or Have will start as a thought in your imagination. It is important that you are thinking the…