Some people give up easily. They keep a close eye on the sky; if a cloud happens by, they’re out of here. Dream’s over. Pack it up. Put it away. These Pollyannas aren’t really dreamers. Maybe quick buck artists. Perhaps dilettantes who never stick t...

Couch potatoes never know what muscles they could build if they spent their couch time at the gym. On the couch, even repetitive bench pressing of the biggest, baddest universal remote won’t build a noticeable muscle. And the same holds true for exer...

Cervantes said, "Faint heart ne'er won fair lady." As a matter of fact, a faint heart never won much of anything. But put a little determination and will into that heart, and it can shoot the moon. What you hear, though, is that parents should prefer t...

Life comes one to a customer. We're all in the middle of a one-time event. We get one shot to do it right. When it's over, it's over. No rehearsals, no retakes. Why, then, do we so casually give our lives away? How do we do that? We give our life aw...

It’s a much mourned fact of life that watching exercise videos doesn't build muscles. Couch potatoes who can legitimately boast about six-pack abs don’t exist. Reading bodybuilding books doesn't get the job done, either. Reading can take us on man...

Babies show the world what selfish looks like. On a whim, they set up a wail loud enough to wake the dead–or at least it sounds that way at 2:00 a.m. No matter that others may be tired or sick or have to go to work. Babies want what they want when they ...

So there you are in the middle of one of life’s train-wrecks–dazed, wounded, wondering what shoe–or bomb–will drop next, and up walks Job’s comforter. You may remember Job from the Bible. A rich, powerful man, a great father and good in every...

The whole world's in the label business. Every time we turn around, somebody's jamming a label on us. Not those “Hi, My name is” stick-ums, Not any sort of tangible, visible label, in fact, but psychological Post-It® notes. Even early on in life,...

You're not perfect. I'm not perfect. Nobody's perfect. Give it up. Nobody likes their nose. Or their knees, for that matter. Everybody finds annoying lumps, bumps and wrinkles, typically invisible to others, in various and sundry locations on their bod...