“We instinctually measure our self-worth based on our perceived value to the tribe that surrounds us, and unfortunately, I am a rocket scientist on a football team.” Find your Tribe, and there you will discover your value. Find your willingness, and there you will decide your worth. We were all innocent once. A child; vulnerable
The other day I watched my 24-year-old independent son join the Army. I watched him realize he had a fully successful independent life that he was giving up, to be owned by our U.S. Government for our freedoms. I watched the pride in his eyes. I felt pride in return, and then I cried… for
Everyone feels better when they feel heard, when they feel loved and cared for.
In writing my character of the latest book, “Provocative Confessions,” I realized that I was trying really hard to explain why my heroine’s confidence was so badly shaken. She has to learn that she’s always had the courage to live the life she wants. Something that oddly my readers have remarked, “she keeps doing over
Did you ever have a moment when you want to sit down and ponder what just happened? How did my teenage or pre-teen daughter get so mean? I know she has real kindness in there? I’ve seen it with me. I felt the hugs. I know the love exists and yet somehow when this beautiful
You know I ask myself all the time, “you have a 154 IQ and for some reason you can’t seem to make sense of why children don’t obey the rules?” I don’t come by this conundrum because I don’t understand that children lie; I come to it at the end of a very frustrated trial
Very much like the title says, I have been told I am “epically unfun” by my three teens. When I remind them that the ONLY time I get cross with them is 1. When they do not do what they’re asked, 2. When they lie and tell me they did what was asked, 3. Go
One of the hardest things for me to do is to ask for something for myself because after I ask, I feel selfish. In the era I grew up, women were taught to be “quiet about” the things that they could do better than a man. We were put in our places, told that we
Sometimes I think the hardest thing for me is to wrap my head around the bigger picture of raising these three precious children. One barely 14, one barely 12, and the last barely 11. There are therapy sessions that asked us to complete homework such as listing glad, sad, and mad moments throughout the week.
Today is my darling daughter’s 11th birthday. I say “daughter” because she’s part of my new family, my new reality and she’s grown herself into the depths of my heart. She’s not biological but nonetheless, she’s the breath of fresh air every single day. I am so honored her parents agreed to allow me to