Kindness saves grandmas from speeding ticket
I’ve mentioned before that my husband affectionately calls me Gordon Leadfoot when I drive. It’s his humorous (to him) way of combining one of his favorite musicians with my tendency to always be in a hurry. Several speeding tickets to my name, I’ve gotten much better at obeying the law, but there are still times
The Kindness Podcast Episode 16: Ms. Liz
There are certain people who come into our lives and make us better. Liz Schwarzel is one of those people. She’s a third grade teacher in Athens, Ohio. My son, Charlie had her as a teacher three years ago, and if I’m awfully lucky, Ben will have her next year. The kids affectionately call her
Life is Temporary
We were driving home from church with the kids in the backseat when I posed a question: Hey kids, what is our family’s core value? I suppose a ship should know its destination before it sets sail, but as a 20-something, I just sort of got in the boat, had kids and hoped for the
And now the rest of the story
Some emails are just too awesome for words. Last Friday, the day my story ran about the woman who left her purse at a Tennessee airport, I got this message: “What a very nice story about Jean Clemens losing her purse and her happy ending. You are a blessing to others by letting them know
The Kindness Podcast Episode 15: The Good Virus
Breaking news: Nice guys DON’T finish last. In fact, people who are kind have more success in the workplace and on the home-front! And like the common cold or that nasty flu that’s going around, kindness spreads like a virus! Several years ago, I wrote an article for my “Kindness is Contagious” column about a
I’m sorry Wisconsin
“Mom, please don’t cheer for the Vikings.” My seven-year-old son, Ben, was very matter of fact about his request. In case you missed it, last night the Vikings won in an amazing last second play against the Saints. Next week, the Vikings will play the Eagles. Little Ben is a big Carson Wentz fan. Carson
Stranger’s kindness makes things right again
My purse was stolen when I was in college. A few years later, it happened again. Was it my fault? Absolutely. I had been careless both times. The grief I felt came from a sense of being personally violated, but it also stemmed from something larger. I had believed in my heart that people were
