There's not much we can control in this life. Patience is sometimes all we have. And patience is sometimes all we need.

I don't know about you, but I've been figuring out that more stuff usually doesn't lead me to more of what I actually value.

This year, I've asked my seventh- and eighth-grade students to answer a question: "What do you love to do?" Or, put another way, "What makes you come alive?"

I know this: if Lebron James will never be good enough, neither will I. And neither will you.

It's not just a few bad eggs who are responsible for mistreating women. It's a lot of us.