Are you a writer? I used to be. Then I strayed. But I've come back. The final nail on the coffin of my wayward ways? Hills Like White Elephants. It's like this. I've been frustrated. I love to write. I write some fiction and lots of non-fiction. I like haiku and I enjoy writing blog [...]
This got me thinking. I read that a true friend is someone who, when you show up at their door in the middle of the night, says nothing except "let me get my shovel." My first thought was a moral one. What have they done? Have they broken the law? What mother is crying right [...]
In kid's soccer and in everything else, if you want to be a game changer and define your position then you're going to have to get into the mix with both feet.
Will you do the hard work to fix the problem or just cover it up with new paint? It makes all the difference.
Here's a great one. I asked my nine-year-old daughter how she knows that she's not a robot. Without hesitation, and with a smarminess that told me she thought the question was stupid, she blurted out "I'm made of blood and love. No robot is made of blood and love!" Selah.
Do you measure life in years, days, or hours? It might make a difference.
The holidays are here. Give yourself permission to live it up a bit.