Just as I was being lulled into dreamland by lake water gently rocking my raft, I was jolted back to reality by my friend’s voice.

When I was about 27 years old, I decided I wanted to write a book.

“Look with your eyes!”

As I sat, crouched in the corner on a tenth floor balcony at a Palm Springs resort, hoping I would not decide to jump over the side, I kept thinking, “This isn’t normal.”

A Tennessee dog made it back home,13 years after going missing.

“Smile!” my coworker said to me, as we passed in the hallway.

If you are among the legions of Valentine’s Day haters, you will be happy to know that this highly-commercialized, ooey-gooey, annual celebration of hearts and flowers didn’t exactly start out as a love fest.

The No. 1 New Year’s Resolution for 2020 was to eat healthier. Getting more exercise was second on the list.

Confession time: My Christmas decorations have been up since November 1, and I am not ashamed.

There is a group, made up of people from around the world, that exists for one purpose: spreading kindness.

This month, as I began brainstorming, it came to mind and I thought, “Nope. Not that.”

It happened. I adopted a cat.