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Last I checked, never in history has mankind succeeded in hating its way to positive change. We will never hate our way to peace and acceptance – only love transforms hearts
Every nuance of humanity explored in the first season of This Is Us filters through my veins. And based on my conversations with countless family and friends, I'm not alone.
Dear Self-Esteem, I know. I hear your soul crying. You're only 46 and owning a pair of pee-proof underwear is outrageous and humiliating.
The litany of challenges facing teens in today's modern culture mocks the floodwaters of generations past. As a veteran teen raiser, I'm amazed by the tenacity exhibited by the Millennial population considering the ill-effects of growing up in a projector screen society. Public is the new private for adolescents.
Without warning or protocol, the magnetic bond opens a door of knowing in your soul. A knowing that breathes, "You are a mother now," into your spirit.
Losing something dear to us means we had something to begin with. I wouldn’t trade the pain of these passings for anything: watching my newborn sleep, nursing in the still of the night
I’m positive there isn’t a mom out there with a white glove mothering resume. But our culture stoops beneath this truth by feasting off private affairs made public.
The rules of parenting are clothed in triple trite cotton. It’s evident the mothering outfits I don come from a large wardrobe of universal truism-me-downs.
Dear Michael Phelps, Thank you. Thank you for saying "yes" to you. Thank you for seeking help when your spirit lay drowning at the bottom of the pool. Thank you for your courage in mining through the wreckage within your heart. Thank you for your perseverance in overcoming the demons exposed in the process.
A short list of lessons gleaned from the moment I stepped off the altar with my amazing soulmate to jet set into the realm of marriage. This painting was a tenth anniversary gift from my husband, John. His own hand brushed the vibrant colors across the canvas.