This week marks a year since I began writing this column. In that time, my family has acquired a cat whose existence traumatized my son and a dog whose existence traumatizes the cat. We’ve gone to the doctor to have an acorn and playdough taken out of one child’s ear and a different doctor to have a few stitches put in another kid’s face.
Back in 2005, a now defunct travel company, Sky Travel, paid a psychologist to determine what is the most depressing day of the year in order to use that date in a marketing campaign to encourage people to book more beach vacations. The psychologist, Dr.
Our Christmas break involved lots of food, family, and three stitches in the face. All children present for ‘the incident’ agree that it was, in fact, an accident but somehow daughter #2 walked into a metal-tipped pole that daughter #3 was swinging at the fence.
I’ve always said I thought New Year’s resolutions were silly. If you want to make a change in your life, then just make a change—why wait for a certain date on the calendar to do so? But I was really just being lazy and afraid of change. And failure.
Every year there’s a new slew of articles and news segments about how to survive the holidays. They share similar titles like ‘Tips for Handling the Hectic Holidays’ or ‘Harried Holidays? Ten Steps for Doing More in Less Time.’ There are screaming advertisements competing for our attention and our money.
There are very few absolutes can apply to everyone when it comes to parenting. Or maybe I just haven’t been a parent long enough to discover more than a few, like the fact that you can put a toddler on the potty, but you can’t make them go.
I have never known church without female leadership. Never. I had the luck to be born into a church that affirmed the role of women in the church way back when it was not just uncommon, but downright scandalous. And yet—it thrived. More than 50 years on, my church is still out there being the hands and feet of God in the world where it can.
I have a love/hate relationship with Halloween. I love seeing all the kids dressed up, but I hate having to cobble together costumes. I love the fun of all the Halloween events, but I hate that there are 100 of them packed into a month.
My high school reunion is this weekend. We are the class of 1999 and even 20 years later I still enjoy a juvenile spark of boastful pride at the thought of the classes close to us in age being a little jealous that we had the coolest graduation anthem, thanks to Prince.