Going outside is highly overrated.
I got some media coverage for using the tail, the ear, the oink.
If you want your kids to listen to you, don't yell at them. Whisper. Make them lean in. My kids taught me that. And I do it with adults now.
There are two activities in life in which we can lovingly and carefully put something inside of someone we love. Cooking is the one we can do three times a day for the rest of our lives, without pills. In both activities, practice makes perfect.
One of the most important leadership lessons is realizing you're not the most important or the most intelligent person in the room at all times.
The idea of having dinner together every day with your family removes the pressure from trying to explain everything. You tell us the good parts about your day, but you also tell us the bad parts about your day. And at the end of that, because you're in a ritual, you remove the pressure of admitting you had a failure that day. And it also takes the wind out of having a great day. I mean, it makes you a little bit more normal all the time. That moment of therapeutic sharing is something that happens in food, that doesn't necessarily happen when you're watching TV.
Close your eyes and place your finger on a map. Wherever it lands, that's the theme of the evening. So many times we settle for routine dishes. This forces you to try new cuisines.
A hook shot kisses the rim and hangs there, helplessly, but doesn't drop and for once our gangly starting center boxes out his man and times his jump perfectly, gathering the orange leatherfrom the air like a cherished possession.
The ideal of happiness has always taken material form in the house, whether cottage or castle; it stands for permanence and separation from the world.
There is not a day but sin foils or is foiled, prevails or is prevailed on; and it will be so whilst we live in this world.
A lot of guys are free swingers, but I'm up there looking for a specific pitch.