Monday, January 23, 2012 by optimize
Forget the gory name: This close cousin of the orange is pure glam. Its ruby flesh is tart yet sweet, with a hint of berry, and adds a rosy touch when used in salads, salsas, and marmalades, says cookinglight.com. Just one of these citrus superstars also provides more than 100 percent of your daily requirement of immunity-boosting vitamin C and at least 12 percent of your daily fiber, reports livestrong...
Monday, January 9, 2012 by optimize
From magazines, newspapers and the Internet, the most unforgettable articles that crossed our editors' desks (or screens) all year. 1. “The Life Reports” and “The Life Reports II,” by David Brooks, The New York Times, November 24 and November 28, 2011 Liz Vaccariello, VP, Editor-in-Chief, Chief Content Officer: "I find Brooks one of the smartest, wide-ranging columnists in the business...
Tuesday, January 3, 2012 by optimize
The year 1998 was the beginning of a remarkable transformation for my family. My father, Jim Dineen, the always healthy, weightlifting, never-missed-a-day-of-work kind of dad, discovered he had kidney disease. He was 52, and had no symptoms. We don't really know how he got it -- he even guessed that exposure to Agent Orange when he was in Vietnam could have been a factor -- and the road to recovery has been long...
Tuesday, December 27, 2011 by optimize
That Christmas Eve, the streets of Boston were clogged with tourists and locals bundled in wool and flannel. Shoppers, hawkers, and gawkers whirled and swirled around me. "Frosty the Snowman," "Let It Snow!" and "Jingle Bells" played in stores; on the sidewalks, the street musicians did their best...
Tuesday, December 27, 2011 by optimize
I must have been about nine years old, too dignified to sit on Santa's lap at the Mason's department store in Anniston, Alabama, but still young enough to ask — please, please, please — for a G...
Monday, December 26, 2011 by optimize
That Christmas Eve, the streets of Boston were clogged with tourists and locals bundled in wool and flannel. Shoppers, hawkers, and gawkers whirled and swirled around me. "Frosty the Snowman," "Let It Snow!" and "Jingle Bells" played in stores; on the sidewalks, the street musicians did their best...
Thursday, December 22, 2011 by optimize
I must have been about nine years old, too dignified to sit on Santa's lap at the Mason's department store in Anniston, Alabama, but still young enough to ask — please, please, please — for a G.I. Joe. "You're too old to play with dolls," my brother Sam hissed at me...