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.
Should I write a list of resolutions to start out 2018? Or just let the theme of one word be my guide for the year?
Reflections on 2017 lead me to wonder if heartbreak is the price for living a courageous life and teaching my children to do the same.
December should dazzle. Yet, why am I always left feeling less than? Is it possible our culture sets us parents up to fail as the year comes to an end?
What happens when we have to compromise our beliefs so our children can do what they love?
A Letter To My Son: How Roots of Family, Faith, Tradition & Love help you soar into the future.
When the little one is sick one night, I am reminded of all the lessons in learning to borrow courage to move beyond my fears.
When a gun comes to school, fear is real. The conversations with my son afterward ended up the most important thing for teaching courage. Courage happens we keep fear from ruling our lives. And on this day, we were both afraid.