Week 7 Memory Verse
My husband and I have had a little game going since we got married. It’s called, “Things I’ve never said before.” When one of us says to the kids, “How did the toothpaste get on the ceiling?” or “Did you poop in the tub?” we will look at each other and say, “Well, that’s something
Kindness Isn’t About Them, It’s About You
My husband has banned me from Amazon. Not for shopping. For reading book reviews. Specifically, my book reviews. I wrote a book and because it was about kindness, I assumed everyone would love it. So when someone left me a two-star review, I cried. Seriously, stupid I know, but I boo-hooed for almost two days.
The Morning Blend Interview
https://youtu.be/cfLuqfnK7rk Today was a great day. Really. Some days are like that. Some are not. That’s why I’m especially grateful for today. Molly Fay, (the host sitting closest to me) was a rockstar mentor and positive role model for me when I was just a baby in the TV biz. I will always be so
Week 6 Memory Verse
No electronics in the bedrooms. No shoes on in the house. Bedtime is 8:30. I love rules. Perhaps I’m a control freak, but rules make me feel safe. Yes, I certainly have the better end of the bargain because I’m the one who gets to make up the rules, but for the most part everybody
Kindness Reminds Us There are Good People in the World
When I was in kindergarten, we had a whole lesson about what to do when you find a lost wallet. We acted out make-believe scenarios in which one of us would be the person who drops the wallet, one would be the person who finds it and another would be the officer at the police
The Best Medicine
I sat alone in a small sterile room for 75 minutes yesterday waiting to see a doctor. I had already taken my top off and was wearing the white robe with the pink collar they give to all the breast cancer patients. At some point I gave up on the straight chair and decided to
Week 5 Memory Verse
Have you ever felt like no one could possibly understand the chaotic and complicated inner workings of your brain? Even if you could explain them, it wouldn’t make much sense to an outsider, right? They are uniquely you. Like the time I was in fourth grade and insisted on sleeping outside my dad’s bedroom door
