My office has two huge glass doors, which I really love because even when I’m working, I can see the hills and water of Northern California from my desk.

When I was a freshman in high school, my English teacher used to have us do a free writing exercise where we wrote about “What I Live For.” 

In an impressively short span of time, one family’s tradition of having an elf visit their home and fly back to report to Santa each night seemed to take over just about family I knew.

I have this thing where I tend to shed tears almost every time I’m at an event at my kids’ schools.