There is a disturbing trend going around. It’s out of control. I dare say, it is possibly the most threatening event of the first few days of 2016. That’s right, folks … I am talking about the use of “spirit animal” getting out of hand. I have recently heard on a TV program and … More Struggle with Joy
I’m pretty sure I’m old. I don’t feel old but I’m pretty sure I am because never did I believe I would start an essay with the line, “When I was young …”; well, we can’t all stay young forever, so, here goes nothing – or here goes my youth – you decide: I can … More What texting during church taught me about judgment.
I used to think I knew a lot. About myself. About life. About other people. More and more, however, I am understanding that what I yet know, far outweighs what I do know. I see in myself and others, this overpowering need to have answers; this need to have knowledge, to fill in the blanks … More What we think we know.
Last week was rough. I have been staring at my screen for the last nine minutes, watching my cursor blink, trying to figure out how to explain what I mean by “rough”. Yikes. Now another three minutes have gone by. I better get my act together or this post will just be a play by … More #Littlethingsmatter Monday
I have always hated shopping. Did you gasp? I was kind of hoping someone would gasp. That was my thought when I started with that intro – in the world in which we live, women are supposed to love shopping, if I started with a hatred of that then the shock must induce gasps … … More I see you.
Little moments of goodness happen all the time in our lives; its looking for and appreciating them that can be the challenge. I always felt bothered by the advice that when we feel we are in most need of help, of comfort, of being seen, that it is in looking outward to others that we … More Her name was Patty.
“She’s just discovered her voice” “Oh. Then, she’s gonna be a singer?” “Well, she’s gonna be something . . . aren’t you? Yes, yes you are. . . .” Recently, I found myself waiting for a client in the lobby of DCFS. It was after office hours and the normally crowded and loud waiting … More A Voice.