I think readers will agree with me that The Next Thing on My List is a wonderfully written heartwarming story about a womans self-discovery that will have you hooked from the very first page. Jill Smolinski knows and understands her audience and delivers a winner with her second novel.
Giving Others the Benefit of the Doubt
Theres a saying in aikido, There are many lessons on the mat. It means that when were practicing aikido were not just learning aikido, were also learning about life.
Where Would You Look?
Recently I have been reminiscing about my grandfather and all of the lessons he taught me. The funny thing is, I dont even think he was aware that he was doing it. It wasnt until much later in life that I became aware of what was being taught.
The Struggle
What do butterflies have in common with the human spirit? Meet Maggie, a middle aged wife and mother who was about to find out.
Stand Tall Like The Sunflower
I find it humorous sometimes that even the most mundane occurrences can have an impact on our awareness.
The Mountain Behind The Mountain
I’m reading through a new book I bought recently, “Creating a Charmed Life” by Victoria Moran. It features a collection of 75 short essays about how to bring more joy, meaning, and simplicity into your life.
Letting Go Of Mr. J.
Meet Mr. J., a grade school librarian. Over the years, many students came through the halls of this particular school and they all adored Mr. J. He had a way with children by knowing each student by his/her name and making all of them feel special. It was not unusual to walk past the library and see a group of students huddled around his desk sharing their day with him.
Detours On The Path Of Life
The other day I was clearing out my home office in preparation for our upcoming move, when I stumbled upon a box of supplies left over from an old business opportunity I had undertaken several years ago. It was a perfectly fine business opportunity, but it wasn’t for me. Looking back, I knew even then that it wasn’t right for me, but I had determinedly ignored my inner voice and pursued it anyway.
Digging For Gold
When I was a young boy in Santa Cruz, California I used to help my grandfather in the fields by his home. This was not his land but back in those days it was not unusual to barter with the neighbors to work it for them so he could grow the vegetables that he loved. He would then share them with the neighbor for payment. He grew corn, beans, peas, zucchini, cucumbers and garlic. And nobody could grow bigger dahlias than my grandfather.