You, Me and Him. (The end of my sabbatical.)
When I decided to take a sabbatical at the beginning of the summer, I knew I’d be back, but I had no idea when. Or how. How could I possibly pour into others about the goodness of God and people when my faith in both were on shaky ground? Let me back up and get
Thank you for 10 years of sharing kindness through my column
I met Tom at the gym 10 years ago. In his mid-70s, he was bold enough to say what he thought. “Young lady, you’re the one writing that new column in the paper, right? ‘Kindness is Contagious’? I want to tell you I’m praying for you. When you do God’s work, the enemy takes notice.
Kindergarten kindness goes round and round
When my son was in kindergarten, his teacher allowed me to sneak into the classroom once a week to talk about kindness with the kids. It was the most difficult and delightful experience I’ve ever had. Any discussion about a kind character in a book usually spiraled into a goldfish dying or a loose tooth.
Kindness makes the ordinary extraordinary
Isn’t it fun when we’re just going about life as usual and kindness steps in to make the day special? That happened recently to a woman in Wisconsin who shared this story with me. “It was a regular grocery shopping Tuesday. Alaina, our 5-year-old, was taking a break from virtual kindergarten and tagging along. “As
Kindness is like an Easter egg hunt
Every once in a while I want to borrow a small child. I don’t need to keep them, I already have three of my own. I just need a little one for special occasions. Like when I’m at a parade and really want the Tootsie Rolls that come raining down at my feet. Or when
Go old school with your kindness
Every community has its prominent figures, and Aberdeen, S.D., is no different. Don Meyer is a legendary basketball coach in these parts. In fact, there is a marble bust of Don just outside my husband’s door in the Northern State University basketball offices. My husband can see it staring through the window at him. No
Kindness makes us visible
I drank a lot during the first 10 years of my marriage. What started out as a social pastime became a coping mechanism. My husband is a college basketball coach, so I shouldn’t have been surprised, but it seemed like he was always on the road recruiting or competing. That left me at home putting
