Your life is a wildly amazing puzzle
I’m sitting at a table with a large tray in front of me. An assortment of half-finished puzzles and dozens of puzzle pieces are waiting for assembly. As I look at the tray, I struggle to make sense of it. I see portions of my life: time I’m spending with my family… sitting in my
Kindness proves the theory of relativity
If it had rained one hot July day in 2011, I would not be writing this column. If I had felt too tired by depression to take my kids to the city pool, I would not have a found my purpose. If one teenage mom in a shiny gold bikini had been too proud to
We need your brand of bravery
I am vehemently opposed to wearing white pants. Not for anyone else. Just for me. I have all kinds of reasons: white pants are only for super skinny girls, I don’t have the right color underwear, I have to be careful where I sit. I can’t eat ketchup or salsa. The list is never-ending. Guess
Train your brain to say ‘yes’ to kindness
I think two might be my favorite age. Not for my own kids, but for other people’s kids. When my children were two, I was caught up in diapers and crushed Goldfish crackers and constant laundry duty. Now, as a mom of school-age kids, I can sit back and see how adorable other people’s toddlers
A conversation with my mom
I talk a lot about my mom in my writing and presentations, but today, I’d like you to meet her. Drumroll please…. Presenting, MY MOM!
Your kindness could save a life
My brother saved a little boy’s life once. The boy was swimming and got out too deep. No one saw him go under except my brother. It happened more than 30 years ago and I’m certain my brother never even stops to think about what would have happened if he hadn’t been in that lake
He prefers us “as is”
If I were really good at this Faith thing, I would be less haunted by fears and past failures. If I were really good at this Faith thing, I wouldn’t get so annoyed by people and pet peeves. If I were really good at this Faith thing, I would have the right words to encourage
