Hope

With so much talk of mavericks last year, I have been reflecting on who really fits that bill. Is it Barack Obama for becoming the first African American president? Harvey Milk for following a civil rights dream? Was it Mother Teresa who touched the lives of people no one else wanted to help? Pope Benedict, whose visit to the US this year re-inspired many Catholics to their faith? Who are mavericks closer to home? Was it my Nana Teeney, my paternal grandmother, who graduated from New York University in 1939 as part of the first class of coed graduates? Is it...

Interestingly, it wasn’t New years eve that captured my attention this year, but New Years Day instead. I spent January 1 with some good friends – brunching and goal setting, as we looked forward to a new year with abundance, hope, and possibility. My friend Dina and I were scheduled to run a short race in Central Park at midnight on New Years eve. But because of the near-zero temperatures in New York City, we bailed last minute for a dinner party instead. The real fun, though, came the next day, when we invited some friends to Dina’s in the East...

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