Everything is freedom and everything is loneliness. Make your choice and let the rest fall away.

I don't know if my mother was a narcissist - or bi-polar or borderline. Those were words she tossed around over the years.

I think there are different kinds of happiness. We know when we're happy a lot of the time, but then there are those moments that have more of an afterglow, when the happiness has more depth.

They say change gets more difficult as we get older - each year we're more stuck in our ways, more reluctant to learn something new.

New Agers have always told us that we create our own realities. Mind over matter.

When we strike a balance between the challenge of an activity and our skill at performing it, when the rhythm of the work itself feels in sync with our pulse, when we know that what we're doing matters, we can get totally absorbed in our task. That is happiness.

Some caregivers want to reciprocate the care they themselves received as children.