MARIA SHRIVER - POWERED BY INSPIRATIONI’ve been thinking a lot this week about the pillars of the society I want to live in. The society I want to work in. I am sorry for your loss. Dick was an amazing man with a great sense of humor. I enjoyed my time getting to know him and hearing his many stories. The incident occurred around 5:45 AM with a few bystanders stopping to watch. An LAPD police cruiser showed up around 6:15, but Otis already had left the scene. This is so good and easy to make. This is my new favorite chicken dish and my daughter and husband LOVE it. I made it for my sister and even though she doesn’t cook. Argumentum S. Hieronymi: ARGUMENT The society I want to grow old in. Love, as I wrote last week, is the guiding principle of that society. There are several other principles as well, which I’ll get to over the next few weeks. But today, on Father’s Day, I want to focus on the concept of kindness. Kindness, I believe, is one of the most important qualities that we can have. It’s what can lead us out of our current atmosphere, which is anything but kind. Iyanla Vanzant is an inspirational speaker, author, and talk show host. On Iyanla, Fix My Life watch as she helps viewers overcome personal struggles. Iyanla Vanzant embarked on a helluva mission when she decided to take on troubled actress Maia Campbell during a recent celebrity version of “Iyanla: Fix My Life.”. Debi Thomas, Granger, IN. 2,472 likes · 7 talking about this. Welcome to my fan page! I hope you will enjoy exploring it. This page is personally managed. Download the Watch OWN app and access OWN anytime, anywhere. Watch full episodes and live stream OWN whenever and wherever you want. The Watch OWN app is free and. This is a collection of extreme stories from the Kristen Directories. As it is in real life; extreme situations rarely turn out well in the end. We rarely recognize kindness as a form of strength, but it is. It takes strength to lead your life from a place of kindness — whether you are leading as a father, an elected official, a teacher, a CEO, or as someone in some other role. Being kind starts with being kind to yourself. You know that inner voice that so often berates you and everyone around you? That voice that tells you that you’re not working hard enough? That you’re not keeping up? That says, ? Well, when that voice finishes berating you, it comes out of your mouth and reaches everyone around you. Girl Talk: Going To A Nude Beach Made Me Feel A Little Better About Life. I am not a beach person. The way seagulls swoop over your head like rats with wings terrifies me. I hate that feeling of sand caked in every crevice. But when my friend Thomas invited my husband and I to a nude federal beach in New Jersey, rumored to be filled with spectacularly hung men and tanned, pierced women, I decided it was something worth trying.“I think we should go,” I told my husband. He shrugged. Maybe it was because I needed a change. Spring had been of those staying- in- bed- smoking- cigarettes instead of going out seasons. I found myself fighting a constant drowsiness and listening to Jewel. Some days it took an effort to look both ways before crossing the street. My therapist diagnosed me with mixed anxiety- depressive disorder. Honestly, I am not even sure what this means other than that it feels like there is this giant, black balloon that is always sort of hovering around. Sometimes the balloon gets huge and it covers the whole sky, disconnecting me from the things that matter most. Lately, it was my husband. It was like I couldn’t see him as a separate person anymore. Like he was a part of me. And it was hard to feel tender toward either of us. Internally things felt sharp, like my mind was gripped by tiny teeth. Jumping in the ocean naked with a lot of strangers wouldn’t fix anything, but it seemed like it might make me feel better momentarily. Like a baptism. But with nudity. On Saturday morning, we met Thomas and his partner Leigh. Thomas is tall with gray hair and a silver earring. He is also old enough to be my father but cool in a writerly way with lots of great New York anecdotes about people like Debbie Harry and Michael Alig. I liked Leigh instantly. She had an approachable vibe and we had great backseat conversation. Every time there was a lull, I got flashbacks from that episode of “Pete and Pete” when the entire family gets naked in a car. We parked and began to walk up the trail when I saw it: a blue- green shimmering in front of a sea of bodies. On busy days, the beach can hold 5,0. I couldn’t believe how packed it was.“That’s the regular beach?”“No!” Thomas said, “That is the nude beach.”We made it down to the sand, coolers banging against our legs, and I smiled at the sunbathers but tried not to stare too long at their glistening genitals or sunscreen- lubed breasts which slid lazily into armpits. We walked by a co- ed naked volleyball game and stopped for a moment, entranced. One man was peeing, I realized. Urine trickling from his penis into the sand while he waited for the ball to be served. We walked for 1. 5 minutes along the shore. There were couples who had little screens set up for modesty (sex), people with elaborate nude picnics and men sitting alone with binoculars, their legs spread wide, junk flapping in the sand. Finally, we found a spot. Thomas and Leigh immediately peeled off their clothes. In front of us a group of deeply tanned individuals with lawn chairs made daiquiris in a hand- operated blender. I twisted toward my friends, trying not to make eye contact with their genitals. Thomas laid out havarti and prosciutto and poured us red wine. I took a sip and with an unconscious nervous tic, pulled my phone from my bag. Scrolling through I wondered what the people I follow on Twitter would advise. What would Ru. Paul or Courtney Love or Lena Dunham do at a nude beach? I decided they would go for it. I peeled my swimsuit off and shook my hair over my nipples. I had been nervous about my body because I am human. But naked I realized, no one was judging me. Lose five pounds — or don’t! And besides, I am in my 2. I should probably spend this entire decade naked. The breeze was silky and cool and the sun was a glorious blanket. My husband pulled off his speedo and we cheered. A man walked by wearing nothing but a neon fanny pack. I felt no shame . My husband and I went into the water, which was clear and greenish and full of waves that sent us whishing around (without worry of losing bottoms or tops falling off). It felt heavenly. I loved this. Naked as an angelfish.“I keep peeing in the water,” I said. It was the first time I felt separate from him in months. I just wanted to keep floating farther and farther. I kept imagining myself floating directly to the center then pulling myself underwater and staying there. I felt like I was in neutral. I was gliding through the water, naked, feet slowly kicking. As I moved, the waves seemed to be breathing. Suddenly, I felt illuminated. Like the sun was a diamond pushing on my head and then right through into my chest. I felt like I could see myself from all angles. I had a realization that this depression and anxiety that would continue to ebb and flow in my life. My job was to find a way to float through it. For that moment everything was in order. My husband and I moved back toward each other and found our way back to shore. We trudged through the sand together, unsure how to get back to the others, but laughing and holding on to one another all the way. Nothing had actually changed. But this experience was something I could hold onto. A tiny rescue. Sometimes stripping everything away brings clarity. And, you know, I think I really like being naked.
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