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Every other week, we round up the funniest marriage tweets of the previous 14 days. Read on for 28 new, relatable ones that will have you laughing in agreement. This article originally appeared on ...
Mondays are the start of the work week, which offer new beginnings 52 times a year! — David Dwek. You are in control. Never allow your Monday to be manic. — Andrea L’Artiste. Your Monday ...
Arianna Stassinopoulos Huffington ( née Ariadnē-Anna Stasinopoúlou; Greek: Αριάδνη-Άννα Στασινοπούλου, pronounced [ariˈaðni ˈana stasinoˈpulu]; born July 15, 1950) is a Greek American author, syndicated columnist and businesswoman. She is a co-founder of The Huffington Post, the founder and CEO of Thrive Global ...
Amy L. Nathan. . ( m. 1981) . Children. 2. Howard David Fineman (November 17, 1948 – June 11, 2024) was an American journalist and television commentator. In a career that spanned nearly five decades, Fineman covered nine presidential campaigns as a reporter, writer, and analyst. For 30 years, he drove Newsweek magazine's political coverage.
Monday Motivation. “Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.”. — Albert Einstein. “When you have a dream, you’ve got to grab it and never let go ...
Art by Jun Cen. Once upon a time, in the Pony Expresso cafe in Seattle, a man and a woman began to experience the long-mysterious but increasingly scientifically investigated thing we call love. The first stage is called "limerence." This is the spine-tingling, heart-twisting, can't-stop-staring feeling, when it seems as though the world stops ...
Wilferd Arlan Peterson (1900–1995) was an American author who wrote for This Week magazine (a national Sunday supplement in newspapers) for many years. For twenty-five years, he wrote a monthly column for Science of Mind magazine. He published nine books starting in 1949 with The Art of Getting Along: Inspiration for Triumphant Daily Living.
In the mirror, in my great self-pity, I looked like I was about 12 years old. My eyes were large and red, my face was pink from the cold and my hair, freshly washed from my stitches, was tousled and boyish. I wiped the tears off my face and for a moment relaxed the armor of irony about my ridiculous situation.