The Two C’s
Ouch. My daughter’s words cut deep into my heart. I was failing. Not in everything, but in this one thing. The conversation at the dinner table halted as I processed this information. “It’s just that sometimes I talk to you and you’re looking at your phone and you don’t even acknowledge me.” My first response
Rummage Sale Cash & Kindness Come in Handy
Red and blue lights whirled in my rearview mirror. Uh oh. Someone was in big trouble. I turned the corner and drove another block before the police car came up behind me. I pulled over to allow the officer room to pass. After all, I am a law-abiding citizen. Imagine my surprise when the officer
Listen to the Voice in Your Head
Saul and I were just a couple of young pups, sitting across from the pastor, jumping through the appropriate hoops so we could get married in this church. Premarital counseling was going pretty well. We seemed to have all the right answers, until the wide chested middle-aged pastor in cowboy boots asked us our mailing
Grab Kindness Before it Flies By
I was trying to fly home from New York earlier this month. I say “trying” because it was evident that it was going to take some effort. A big storm had swept through the day before and grounded most of the planes flying out of JFK airport. So there I was at Gate C4, just
Everyone’s Invited to Facebook
Remember when you first started using Facebook and the kids went unwashed and unfed for 3 days because you couldn’t pull yourself away from trolling other people’s status updates? Please tell me I wasn’t alone… It’s happening again. Only this time, instead of feeling like an anonymous stalker, I’m being drawn to this fun, open,
Can I Get an AMEN?
I hadn’t felt this nervous since I was waiting in the wings of the Miss America pageant 20 years ago. If I hadn’t wanted what was on the other side of that door so badly, I would have bolted. Just behind that door was the person who could say one word and make all of
Nurses Fill Painful Road with Kindness
“This needs sugar!” a woman barks from the table behind me. A nurse gently tells for the 10th time, “I already put sugar on it for you, Alice.” “Well it doesn’t taste like it!” her surly charge growls. “Help! Help! Help!” the woman two tables away shrieks. The first time I heard it, I was
