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“That’s not my job!”, she said. My daughter resisted a request to help her brother get ready to leave for a birthday party. It was a curious statement that gave me pause. She doesn’t have… Read More »That’s Not My Job

I love taking showers in the winter.  I turn the hot water on first then slowly turn the knob to allow the cold to come in until the temperature is just right.  Not too hot,… Read More »Just right

How did I get here? I’m sitting in a large hallway that is filled with mismatched chairs. In these chairs are nervous parents. Some are working on their computer, some are knitting, most are on… Read More »A Mother’s Reflection

Look around. It’s hard not to find something that has been labeled. Labeled by someone before you. A mark to indicate what one should consider in the moment. Labels are a path to exploration. Without… Read More »Labeled

I believe you should always reach for the last cookie. Look at it.  It’s waiting on you.  Calling you to collect it, to consume it.  It wants your attention. You are not alone.  There are… Read More »Always reach for the last cookie

Not too long ago, I was having breakfast with a friend at local Starbucks. The inside was crowded and it was a nice day so we decided to pull up a chair outside.  We talked… Read More »Small Things Revealed

Commitment: The state or quality of being dedicated to a cause or activity I am fully 100% committed.  I can’t get any more committed than I already am…and the evidence of my commitment…?  The results… Read More »Committed to Stuck

The pain shot through my calf like a piercing knife. I am sure onlookers were wondering what happened to me as I abruptly stopped my run and turned the other direction with a limp. What… Read More »Injured

We are not defined by our failures. We are prepared by them. – Brad Montague Last night my daughter found an art project on social media that she was dying to do,  “Glue Balloon Yarn”.… Read More »Prepared by Failure

On Friday two boxes of Krispy Kreme donuts showed up in my office. The site of the boxes ignited excitement and pre-feeding guilt at the same time. They were hot.  Perfect. I resisted the temptation… Read More »Hot Now