As parents we crave moments of alone time. All the laundry, the cooking, the cleaning, the needing. But then one day, we are alone.
A new suit. You are becoming an adult, or trying to anyway. Sexual Assault all over the news. It’s time we had a talk about a few things, my son.
Sometimes I worry the only lessons I teach my kids are the lessons of achievement as I hustle through each day. Out on the smooth rocks of Utah, I realize maybe my kids are learning all the lessons I need them to learn.
It is the end. It is the beginning. School year is done and change is on the horizon. When so much change is exhausting, how do we deal?
Graduation time is a time full of promise. Am I living up to the promise I had? Or is there another way? A way to true happiness?
May. So overwhelming every year. So many directions to go. So many directions to follow. What happens when I fail to follow directions. Can that be a good thing?
When I sit to write and the words don’t flow, what do I do? Where do I find inspiration?
One day you are walking your child down the street, holding their hand. Then you find yourself watching them learn to drive. Life moves fast. Are you moving fast enough with it?
With winter hanging on, and this letter from my neighbor hanging over my head, I use the lessons of Holy Week to try to spring forward and have the courage to love my neighbor.
When a conversation with my middle schooler about how much to care about the opinions of others teaches me how and when to care what others think of me and ties back to the Soup Nazi...life comes full circle like that sometimes.