Ordinarily, I avoid political controversy. But this is about human life. Read my column on the Huffington Post for more. And say what you want about the crazies with the gun, IT'S STILL THE GUN.
Fall is harvest time, when you reap what you’ve sown, at least as far as farming cycles go. But on a more personal level, we’re all reaping what we’ve sown, for better or worse, all of the time. At least that’s what’s supposed to happen. A harvest requires a carefully executed plan, if you have any shot at reaping anything worthwhile. I like a good plan. A plan makes me feel like [...]
This is what I usually see when I push the home screen button on my phone--my darling grand babies, the closest little people to my heart in the world. Seeing their happy faces makes the unrelenting pounding of technology a little easier for me to deal with. Imagine my surprise, then, when a few weeks ago, I hit the home screen button on my phone and instead saw a bare-chested man crouching and [...]
I've spent a good part of my life apologizing for myself. I'm not that awful; I just wasn't big on confrontation and figured it was the easiest way to keep the peace. Well, I'm over it. I have a few mantras in my life. One is, "Lord, let me be a blessing to someone today." My latest, however, is, "Sorry, Not Sorry." Read more at Thrive Global. Feel free to share! https://journal.thriveglobal.com/why-im-over-unnecessary-apologies-b8d05b4835db
Shhh.... I'm a "Shhh-usher." I don't know exactly when I became a "Shhh-usher," but I'm pretty sure it was around the time I had kids. I "Shhh-ushed" people when the babies were asleep (For the love of God, don't wake them up!!!), and then I "Shhh-ushed" the kids themselves when they became, well, kids, who tended to talk, or yell, or blurt things out at inappropriate times. I also "Shhh-ushed" them when I [...]
This post was written two years ago, and now, youngest daughter, Megan, awaits the birth of her first child. I've adjusted to her being a married woman, but the feelings below are just as relevant today. She'll always be my baby, and I think she's just about to learn exactly what that means! I’m just not ready. It’s July, and for Americans, that means Independence Day, which, at its start, signified a young [...]
Most of the time, life is uncomfortable. We start each day putting on our faces (lots of Spackle and paint in my case, usually applied with a tile trowel...), add our work wardrobes, put on heels or some other form of footwear that's definitely not our bunny slippers, and we march into the morning prepared to face whatever comes our way, sometimes counting down the hours until we can go home, climb into [...]