If baking is any labor at all, it's a labor of love. A love that gets passed from generation to generation.

No one really has a bad life. Not even a bad day. Just bad moments.

The last watch I wore felt like a handcuff. When I need to know the time, I check my cell phone.

If you're lucky enough to still have grandparents, visit them, cherish them and celebrate them while you can.

As much as the Pulitzer is the hallmark of journalism, I think what I love the most is when somebody says they took my column and it's in their wallet. I have had people open their wallet and show me a corner of a column.

We want someone else to act. But miracles aren't what other people do. They're what each of us does. They're what happens when ordinary people take extraordinary action. To be a miracle doesn't mean you have to tackle problems across the globe. It means making a difference in your own living room, cubicle, neighborhood, community.

Choice, not chance, determines your destiny. It's up to you to decide what you are worth, how you matter, and how you make meaning in the world. No one else has your gifts--your set of talents, ideas, interests. You are an original. A masterpiece.