Earthquakes and other natural disasters are not easy for anyone to comprehend or accept. Understandably, many young children feel frightened and confused.
Last week women around the world observed the 100th celebration of International Women's Day. One woman not discussed was Jean Bartel, Miss America 1943, who passed away on Sunday night.
Even as we contemplate nature's devastating ferocity, which was so plainly displayed during last week's earthquake in Japan, we should keep in mind another force -- the power of caring.
While in Marilyn Monroe's day there was "The Seven Year Itch," these days, a survey of 2,000 adults in long-term relationships reveals that the warm and fuzzy begins to fall flat after three years.
The parade of depressed, anxious and depleted students who walk through my office is endless. Almost all of them ask this question, "What is wrong with me? These were supposed to be the best years of my life."
I was never even tempted to yell at them for their many mistakes repeated ad infinitum. I discovered instead the joy of sharing their early tentative successes and making them feel like they had done something truly grand.
In this culture of severely distorted eating and body image, getting the best of one's kids is going to mean trying over and again to listen, to pay attention and to talk.
This week I was the recipient of a Barn Raising, but instead of building a place in which to put my cows, it was more along the lines of preparing the place to try and sell it to avoid foreclosure.
Are we so complacent that we feel we do not need to demand gender equality? Many women are convinced there is equality between men and women. But this simply is not true. Here are the facts on the matter.
I'm twenty-eight. I won't pretend to be wise. I won't tell you why you're not married with kids. I strongly believe that every woman has her own path. But here's one thing I do know: I'm more fertile now than I'll ever be.
Despite the difficulty, the best thing you can do for your children is engage them in dialogue, which thereby engages them in the entire cancer process.
We had taken the doctor's advice to leave Houston for home as soon as possible while Kenny could still fly on a commercial plane.
We're used to seeing images of death and destruction in the movies because death and destruction Hollywood-style is comfortably fictionalized. But, today, the footage is documentary, and the death and destruction is real.
Americans cherish the notion that we are the number one nation on earth; that no matter what the metric is the U.S. comes out ahead of other countries. But that's far from the truth when the focus is on how we treat our children.
It is during these unexpected disasters that we can truly find our souls and the commonalities of our humanity. Those cannot be taken away no matter how much Mother Earth shakes and how hard the tsunami waves strike.
In the wake of such mega-destruction, human nature compels us to think first of our own friends and loved ones. As the earthquake and tsunami ripped through Japan, my thoughts turned immediately to my friend, Buddhist priest Shiho Kanzaki.
"Are you seeing anyone?" My absolute least favorite question and yet often the first one women ask each other whether running into each other during blizzards on Madison Avenue or sweating on bikes at spin classes.
My passion and my career revolve around designing group situations which inspire people to create greatness with minimal stress. "American Idol," for better or worse, is role modeling exactly the opposite.
Snowmageddon had a puzzling side effect: TV commentators, perhaps because there isn't much to say about snow once it's fallen, started filling the airwaves with skeptical remarks about global warming.