Every morning I go to the bakery on the next street to buy freshly baked bread that comes from a nearby village in the mountains. But...

Yesterday, when the rain finally stopped and the sun began to shine, I headed out for a walk. It was warm enough for shorts and sandals,...

A couple of years ago, I was heading back to Spain from England, where I’d been visiting friends and family. I needed to catch a train to...

So I’ve started to make significant progress in accepting myself just as I am. But what about you? How can I possibly begin to accept the...

When I first came to Spain twenty-five years ago, I found a job teaching English in a private school. As the new teacher in town, I was...

Be prepared—the more accepting we become of things that are clearly “unacceptable,” the more the world will tell us we’re wrong. In...