If the word “unprecedented” was the vaccine for the deadly Corona Virus, the world would quickly become virus-free just by the sheer number of times unprecedented has been injected into headlines, stories and casual conversations as of late. Since unprecedented means “never before experienced,” can we confidently state that these are unprecedented times? While it’s…

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Sticky-notes are a gift from God. They hold the same life-changing magic for me that tri-folding does for Marie Kondo. Were it not for sticky-notes, I would never remember to renew the dog-license, take the meat from the freezer, order the book on Amazon, or focus on finishing a project. Sticky-notes are the colorful, convenient…

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If you know me at all, you know that my mantra for the past several decades has been “There’s not enough time.” I’ve kept this mantra so long I seriously envision my gravesite as a half buried casket, unplanted flowers, and a headstone that reads: “Here lies the empty tomb of Sheila Whittington Couldn’t stay…

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This year instead of making outrageous New Year’s resolutions that seem to fall by the wayside faster than butter melts off steaming hotcakes, I’m simply declaring that this will be an ACCEPTIONAL year. Don’t get me wrong. Last year was great. I accomplished many things and grew in ways I’ve never grown. Like from religion…

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I admit it. I’m a passionate learner. My bookshelf and Kindle hold countless volumes of how to’s, self help, spirituality guides and memoirs. I love taking classes and trainings and I devour information like a teen eats fries. If learning were a disease, I’d be on the critical list. Unfortunately, after 50-some years of learning,…

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I just love words. I love to learn new words and use old words. I love to use the word “Word” when I wholeheartedly agree with somebody, followed closely by the word “up” or “dude”. Nostalgically, two of my all-time favorite words are “cudgel” and “habiliments”. I learned them when I was about 8 years…

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I hadn’t seen my friend Clare since Thanksgiving when we met for lunch last week. We hugged, sat down and commenced the catch-up chatter.  For her, it was Christmas in Aspen, a new Rolex, New Year’s Eve in NYC, and upcoming charity events.  My story was similar: dog attacked by coyote, sixty-thousand-mile maintenance check on…

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Standing with my hands in the dish water yesterday, 8-year old Aiden burst through the door, grabbed a drink and spun to make a mad dash back outside. Jerking to a halt, he looked at me sadly and declared, “I’m glad I’m not a grown-up. They don’t get to play any games.“ and with that,…

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Life throws its curve balls. My 10-year old son’s little league team recently came face-to-face with their first loss in a double elimination play-off series. Having been in first place all season they knew they had the skills, but their overconfidence and wandering focus led them to defeat. The team was devastated and tears were…

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