Each November 14th, I treat myself to cake and coffee for my birthday breakfast. In the quiet of the early morning, I happily stuff my face while reflecting on the past 12 months. I always come away with the same rumination: it’s so rude how the days are long and jam-packed with 42-year-old ... » Learn More about Decade of Action
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This is a happily sponsored post. Carry on. It's happening a lot lately, forgetting what I was going to say or why I walked into a room. And if I don't engage in the physical act of writing something down, there's no chance I remember it either. I used to be so organized that I was a step ... » Learn More about Caring for MyCELLF with Mikra’s CELLF
I grew up in an Italian American family. We eat when we are happy. We eat when we are sad. We eat when we are mourning. We eat when we are celebrating. Food is an expression of love. ~Nicole Mancini Mountain Pickles & Pancetta Premium Antipasto and Charcuterie Girl, ... » Learn More about Pickles & Pancetta: The Sixth Love Language is Food
This post was sponsored by Window Covering Safety Council as part of an Influencer Activation for Influence Central and all opinions expressed in my post are my own. Tell me you have children without telling me you have children. I’ll go first: That's not how this works. That's not how any of ... » Learn More about Tell Me You Have Children Without Telling Me You Have Children
Pittsburgh's Mister Rogers conjures up ideals of kindness, patience, and optimism. Those of us who grew up in his Neighborhood of Make-Believe are well-versed in his lessons on sharing, friendship, and inclusivity. We all know and love him for being the every-child advocate he was. The name Fred ... » Learn More about Attitudes are Caught, Not Taught: The Fred Method & Future of Learning