We all know that Monday mornings are hard. Mondays are about gritting our teeth and showing up. But you know what comes in a close second to Monday mornings? Thursday nights. Come Thursday night, I’m in hang-onto-your-hat, anything-goes survival mode. Exhausted from a busy day and a full week, our…
Maybe you’re trudging through a tiny little mud puddle. A bad day or a tough week, a disagreement with a friend or an oppressive job situation. Maybe you are knee-deep in the muckiest muck than you could ever imagine, and just when it seems like things couldn’t get any worse,…
“But, Mommmyyyy, you’re not listening to me!!!,” my younger son cried from the back seat. “I am listening, Teddy, I just forgot what you said,” I responded guiltily. I tried to repeat back the story he had just told, but I had absolutely no idea. Something about football and monsters…
The news reached me, like most people, last Monday evening. Almost instantly the country was awash with stories, news reports, articles, celebrity tributes, talking heads offering their two cents about depression and suicide and addiction. I let the information sink in and settle down. I tried to imagine the pain…
Author’s Note: This post is part of a cooperative effort of Unitarian Universalist writers to commemorate the annual Thirty Days of Love campaign, which is part of the Standing on the Side of Love initiative – a community of people speaking out against oppression and uniting in the common belief…
“Be kinder than necessary because everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.” ― J.M. Barrie I took my car in for a routine oil change this week. And I left feeling incredibly thankful to be alive. I won’t get into the details of it, but as it turns out,…