I grew up with the security of a smart, industrious father who always made me feel safe. When we took car trips, I could rest easy with him at the wheel. It wasn’t that my mother was a bad driver, but there was something in a “man in charge” that provided that safe haven. … Continue reading The Competent Factor
I probably have written a piece or two about change prior to this, but it is indeed a topic worth repeating. Change is the cornerstone for transformation. Although uncomfortable, it opens doors to new opportunities. For me, my instant reaction was usually a dramatic gasp followed by crippling fear. Routine is comforting. It… Continue reading The Changeover
My high school reunion is fast approaching. I don’t mind sharing that it has been thirty years since I walked across the stage to claim my diploma. With that being said, I am quick to say I am grateful to be where I am in life. I remember entering high school, I was eager for… Continue reading Wake Up!
When I write my blog, it is more therapy for me than anything else. Putting my fingers to the keys provides me with an outlet that, while mainly for my benefit, is hopefully beneficial to others as well. Yesterday, I wrote a blog regarding the exclusion of special needs children in our local Catholic… Continue reading Stirring the Pot
I really try not to linger on my soap box. Since I have a great deal of opinions, it better suits those around me to keep them to myself…..most of the time. However, I can no longer remain silent over my feelings of exclusion. Yesterday, I heard a very well respected man share his… Continue reading Egg Shells
As a mother, I only want my boys to be happy. It is with great restraint that I don’t project my opinions or advice onto them unless I am asked. Even then, I tread lightly because in my experience, they may ask, but they really don’t want to hear it. We often… Continue reading The Projection
I think we have jumped aboard the crazy train. It is baffling that we have allowed Facebook or any other social media out there, to dictate our worthiness. Recently, I defriended a hand full of people. Mostly, because their was either no interaction with them or they were inserting themselves into everything. Either… Continue reading The Measuring Stick