I’ve got a project staring me in the face. Do you have any of those? Maybe it’s a closet that needs reorganizing or a deck that needs to be stained or a pile of garbage that needs to be cleared away.
Every time you look at them, they are asking you to pay attention to them.
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I don’t love social media.
If anyone from my kindness team is reading this, they are rolling their eyes right now, because that statement is a massive understatement.
I love having real conversations with real people, but anything over a computer feels a little forced to me. (Can you tell I was born before home computers were a thing?)
I used ... Read More
I was talking to my brother last night. He’s a really great guy and I’m not just saying that because we have the same genes. He has this crazy, wildly biting wit, but in the next breath, he’ll be telling me he loves me. He calls and checks in with me way more than I call him. In other words, ... Read More
A year ago we were living in a home filled with uncertainty. My husband’s basketball season was coming to a close and we were unsure what the next few months would bring.
While we thought there would be two more years to build the team, we could hear faint voices yelling from the sidelines, “Off with his head!”
Social media is ... Read More
Is it enough as a parent to live your life with kindness and hope your kids catch on? Or is kindness something that needs to be intentional?
What sort of resources do kids even have the ability to give?
It turns out quite a few!
Susan Crites Price is an expert on family philanthropy. She has a great book called Generous Genes: Raising ... Read More
I used to pray, “Please God, make me into the mom these kids deserve.” I had three young, healthy, exuberant kids. They were thriving despite the fact that their mom was floundering.
That was seven years ago.
Today, those kids are (almost) 8, 12 and 14.
God’s done a work in me that only God could do. If I ever doubted His existence, ... Read More
I need you. Really. I’m living in the 21st century, but my brain is stuck in 1985.
I’m a pre-teen dancing around my mom’s living room greatly disturbing the tenants in the apartment below because I can’t get enough of Whitney Houston’s new music video “How Will I Know.”
What? You don’t remember it? Well here you go!
In 1985, I didn’t have ... Read More
