The Twelve Dysfunctional Days of Christmas
This post won’t be for everyone. But I’m pretty sure it will be for someone. Consider it a salve for the sisters who need less silent treatment and more Silent Night. Or a nod to those who secretly think Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer is a catchy little tune. Woundedness landed us there. But it doesn’t
40 Days to Lift Your Gaze
Do you give up anything for Lent? Maybe it’s chocolate. Or carbs. Maybe you go to DEFCON 1 by giving up shopping on Amazon. This year, what if you gave up your right to be mad at someone? Oh snap. Let me walk that back. Maybe there’s pain. Or you’re estranged from someone you love.
The 12 Dysfunctional Days of Christmas
This post won’t be for everyone. But oh dear goodness, it will be for someone. Consider it a salve for the sisters who need less silent treatment and more Silent Night. Or a nod to those who secretly think Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer is a catchy little tune. Or a lifeline for
Love Flows South—and That Includes the Kids
The Nile famously flows north but loves flows south. Love goes top down and that includes the kids. It’s easier when they’re little. Sure, they fight us on that 1 p.m. naptime and test our patience with long, made-up stories—but at the end of the day we know it’s them and us, us and them.
Kick mom guilt to the curb
Of all things to do me in. A permission slip. “I, the undersigned, parent or legal guardian for _________ , hereby grant permission and approval for the above child to attend the above mentioned off-campus school function. I furthermore release …” Why was everything instantly blurry? Why were the words “I furthermore release…” igniting all
The difference between looking and seeing
Breaking a sweat and trying frantically to remove a shoe while rummaging through her carry-on bag, the woman flashed angry eyes and barked at her wheelchair-bound husband. She waved Mr. Impatient Business Traveler ahead, wiping sweat from her brow and maybe wiping a tear too. It was only 5:45 a.m. – early to already be