post-traumatic growth…one day at a time
I’ve never really been the marching type. In high school I let my boyfriend drag me to an anti-war protest, but it felt more like nostalgia for a time when most of us at the rally weren’t even born yet. I’m unapologetically loud and open about my opinion among my friends, but that doesn’t really … Read more
My daughter just turned seven, and loves to play pretend. She also loves to build things out of stuff she finds in the recycling bin – her room and our kitchen table is regularly covered in tin cans, empty cereal boxes, and toilet paper rolls, and I haven’t seen the scotch tape in months. I … Read more
Okay. I don’t have a huge amount to say this morning (a rarity, I know), but I do want to pass on a little something I’ve been chewing on. It’s a quote by Michael Bernard Beckwith, and it goes like this: “If this experience were to last forever, what quality would have to emerge for … Read more
It’s becoming a hard year to be a human. The world is so polarized; I can’t offer support to one group without offending another. For instance, I made a pledge to myself that I would limit my personal Facebook posts to positive subjects – or at least the positive spin on things or events which … Read more
