As a palliative care nurse, Bronnie Ware, spent time at the bedsides of patients who went home to die. In the last days of their existence, many shared with her their regrets and things they would do differently. The top 5 are excerpted here: The Most Common Regrets 1. I wish I’d had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others expected of me. This was the most common regret of all. Most people did not honor even half their dreams and died knowing they made

Demure Becomes You, acrylic, antique cookbook, cardboard on canvas, 60″x60″, 2007, Stuart Sheldon We all have ex lovers. Encountering them later in life, when the wheel has turned, takes us to strange places. My wife’s ex-boyfriend and his wife had us over for brunch one sunny Sunday when Kai was 10 months. Jodi dated this charming, barrel-chested man for quite some time. And his quick wit, passionate eyes and clear love for his own 10-month-old boy induced a kinship in me. S

Okaaaay, Chad. That’s certainly a measurable goal. For me, the goal wasn’t quite so dramatic. Coming on fifty, it’s about time to add more try to my tricep. And return the six-pack that’s inside my stomach to the outside. The only thing I’ve been lifting regularly the past few years is my young kids and forks filled with meatballs, both of which I very much love. Thing is, my kids keep getting heavier while my gluttony regimen does not seem to be making me any stronger. Which

It is tragic, because I love to sing … especially with others. Singing liberates and equalizes. It takes us out of our doctor/lawyer/brick layer shell and unifies us into something so much more pure. More universal. Harmony. We need to sing now more than ever. And sing we did this past weekend in the scrappy hills of Northern Georgia at the Camp Coleman 50-Year Reunion. Looking up into the tall trees from the chapel, I sang and I cried, my arms draped around the same shoulder