Thursday, May 26, 2016

The other day I looked at our family calendar and saw nothing but a blank white square. It scared the heck out of me.

A near riot occurred Friday outside an Apple store in Beijing as fights broke out among people trying to be first in line for...

It is far too soon for me to be waxing rhapsodic about a successful parenting journey. My children are still young(ish). I don't like...

"Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me." Cute rhyme, but full of lies. Words do hurt. Deeply. I'll go as far as to say that words can hurt, and scar, long after physical wounds have healed.

Recently, reminiscing with the children about our own childhoods where we walked 5 miles in five foot drifts to school, uphill both ways (naturally),...

Seems we always find religion when we are standing on the brakes. All I could think -- and say aloud -- as we skidded, squealing tires, seat-belt constricting my heart, which seemed poised to leap out of my chest, was "oh God! Oh God! Oh God!"

When I get too caught up in the running, buying, doing and utter delight we all seem to take in exclaiming the "stress" of...

I had no idea people harbored such hate for Christmas music. Show me someone who thrills to Silent Night and I'll show you six more who swear they will poke out their own eardrums with a drum stick if they have to hear The Little Drummer Boy one more time.

Nature abhors a vacuum.Nature also abhors my getting a moment's peace. Nature, in fact, has made somewhat a game of keeping me on edge...

She was visibly uncomfortable with the squirming toddler on her lap. She proffered snacks, and a pencil and paper to the little guy while attempting to slide him, ever so gently to the side. Then she apologized. Over and Over again.
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