Pam Stone

Reading an article featuring ‘The World's Best Hotels,' featuring sumptuous full page photographs, my eyes fell and lingered upon Le Sirenuse, on the Amalfi Coast in Positano, Italy.

When my eyes ran across this headline from an article in Newsweek: ‘Our Homes Are Too Clean, Should Be Seeded With Germs,' Says Researcher

I'm wondering if you have any suggestions on how I can help a friend. It really is a friend, not me!

It was under a distinctly maudlin sky that promised rain with raw morning temperatures that found both Donna and I tacking up our horses for a morning hack through the woods. But we were missing a third. “Where’s Sami?” I asked. Donna looked at her phone and smiled. “She says it’s raining at her house. […]

So, I've been going out with ‘Rick' for several months. He's wanted to introduce me to his mother (his father passed away two years ago), which is nice, so we've decided to go see her for the long Easter weekend. She lives in Kentucky, and we'll be staying at her house.

I don't have a resume, really, but if I did, under ‘other talents' I guess I'd write ‘tell jokes and ride horses.' But after just emceeing another fashion show benefit, I realize I have another ‘gift,' if you will:

I'm a woman in her early 50s who has never (by choice) been married. I've had several long-term relationships, but the idea of marriage has never really appealed to me.

Sharks, like a handful of other dangers, such as skydiving or snake church (if indeed you have a hand left), are one of those things that few survive when things go wrong. For example, you'll never see your neighbor hobbling on crutches to the mailbox, and after asking about his dilemma be told, ‘Chute didn't open, can you believe it? Slammed right into the power lines and busted my ankle—really annoying!'

I really must stay away from Facebook Marketplace. I have very little willpower in general and perusing the Marketplace has the same effect

There are moments in our lives that Dr. Jim Finley, clinical psychologist and author of The Contemplative Heart, describes as ‘sacred moments of vulnerability.' These are the moments we can actually ‘Be still and know that I am God' and connect to our Divine indwelling- and awaken to our true self.