When You’re Too Broken to be Kind
It’s Thanksgiving. You probably have a turkey to cook so I’ll make this quick. What do you do when you’re too broken to be kind? Like when you’ve been up all night with a sick baby. Or you’ve been walking on eggshells so you don’t offend your in-laws– and then crack, one of the eggs
Should You Hold Your Tongue?
There are plenty of times I hold my tongue. Those of you who know me are now rolling your eyes thinking, “Yeah right, Nicole.” Okay, I guess you’re right. We’re both right. I don’t necessarily hold my tongue, I just don’t say what I really want to say because I’m worried about how it will
Kindness Reminds Us We Have Enough
For most of my adulthood, I have mistakenly believed that kindness flows from the excess in my life. I have extra money, I can throw a little in the jar. I have extra time, I can offer to take a neighbor to the store. I have extra energy, I can volunteer to read to my
Casting the Net
Little Jordan Phillips is $645 and one day away from being the top fundraiser for the Komen Athens Race for the Cure. As a mom, how can I not throw the net out there one more time to say, “Anyone else?” Is there anyone else out there who was thinking they’d like to make a
Do You Need a Redo Too?
I should be stripped of my crown; the badge revoked; dishonorably discharged from the ministry of kindness. I blew it. Yesterday was World Kindness Day and I completely forgot that meant we were all supposed to do something kind to spread love and goodwill throughout our world. Oops. Funny that I forgot since first thing
Kindness Gets the Feel-Good Chemicals Flowing
Whatever you look for is what you’ll see. Don’t believe me? Think about your ex: ex-husband, ex-boyfriend, ex-wife. Since I’m a woman and I’m the one writing this, let’s pick on the men for a moment. When you first met this man, the love of your life, he could do no wrong. You were drawn
The 13th Disciple
What would have to happen to make you shout at the top of your Facebook lungs, “THE SKY IS FALLING!”? Has it happened already? I opened my Facebook feed twice yesterday. I was online no more than 35 seconds, just long enough to realize people feel wounded. Our eyes are focused solidly on this world,
