Editorials

My mom knew her children needed guidance to help us make the right choices. I can still hear her saying, “Never do anything you wouldn’t want others to know about.

All seemed lost as Jesus was buried in a tomb following his crucifixion. One of his most faithful followers, Peter, was overtaken by remorse, because he had denied being a disciple of Jesus.

Walking into the National Women’s Hall of Fame five years ago with my nine-year-old daughter, none of the significance of the moment was lost on me. I felt the power of generations of women—and men—who fought for the many rights women enjoy today.

“What the world needs now is love, sweet love / It’s the only thing that there’s just too little of. ” Hal David’s classic lyrics capture such a wonderful sentiment.

Opening a new calendar, full of untouched pages, represents a fresh start, an open door to progress. At such a time, people often give themselves permission to release what’s come before and move expectantly into the unwritten next chapter of their lives—and the world.

My favorite moments of recent Christmases have occurred in the wee hours of the morning on Christmas Day. In the silent stillness, accompanied only by the twinkling lights from the Christmas tree, it’s easy to feel the power of the Christ-spirit that is at the heart of the sacredness of the season.

November has been transformed for me since the teachings of Christian Science led me to love the Bible. This used to be the month in which winter, which was my least favorite season, began to set in.

I had followed protocol exactly, gotten my documents in on time, and watched as they’d worked their way through the process. Yet, my plane ticket to leave was for the following day, and I still didn’t have the required visa for the country where I was supposed to travel.

One morning not too long ago, a relative and I were discussing the latest news concerning the coronavirus pandemic, and I asked him how he was dealing with it. Looking at him, it was clear he was gripped with fear.

There’s an old (and surprisingly true) story that goes like this. A man comes to New York City for the first time, looking to buy some real estate as an investment.