Until this morning, I was proud of myself for not joining in when people criticized a certain person. I thought I was taking the high road, but. . . .

I took a two-year-old outside to get the mail. I lifted him up, and he pulled the mailbox door open. I took the mail out, ready to head inside, mission accomplished. But. . . .

Yesterday, in the middle of a meeting, the man to my left leaned toward me, holding a book in front of me and pointing to a page, and said in a low voice but forceful voice. . . .

Here are three true things. . . .

Recently, a friend cut her finger while she was chopping vegetables. She grabbed the hurt finger and said, “That was stupid. People who do this sort of thing. . . .

When I really love somebody in a head-over-heels way, I want all sorts of good for him. I hope and dream. . . .