The professional football season kicked off a few weeks ago. Upsetting scandals aside, if you’re a gridiron fan, this is your favorite time of year.

  A member of my team at meQuilibrium recently shared a story about her mother, who moved in with her family this summer.

  Whether you use Google Calendar or Outlook or an old-school paper day planner or just your memory, you live and breathe by the almighty calendar. We all do.

  It’s easy to wax nostalgic at the close of summer: A brisk chill in the air, a longer shadow, a surfboard relegated to the garage once again.

  I’ve lived too much of my life in reaction to fear: Fear of being hurt, of being embarrassed, of not being good enough. It has kept me from being as strong as I could be.

  Stress and the workday go together like peanut butter & jelly. Batman & Robin. You rarely think of one without the other.

  Can you imagine a public health campaign… for friendship? Billboards to remind you to take a walk with your best friend.

  If only I had more time…. How often do you say this to yourself in the course of one day? I’d wager more than once.

  Oh, those summer nights! The classic line from the movie Grease captures the magic of summer memories, for sure — playing in the ocean, long lazy suppers while the sun goes down.

  If you want a lesson in fleeting pleasures and the art of mindfulness, look no further than a bowl of summer fruit.

  Imagine you’ve asked your child six times to come to dinner and she shows no sign of putting down her phone.

  If you asked 1,000 American women of diverse ages, careers, and family configurations if they were worried about their well-being, how many do you think would say yes? Author and career consult…