There’s a new viral video in town, perhaps you’ve seen it? In this video, a frustrated and angry father uses tough love to address his daughter’s immature rant against her parents on Facebook. Throughout the reading of her note you can hear his voice quaver and shake, a likely mixture of extreme anger, throbbing hurt […]
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You know that thing where you can’t seem to get to bed before midnight or after because you are relishing the quiet and alone time that comes with three kids nestling snug into their beds? Yeah. I wish I could say I was being ultra-productive with my late night down time, but that’s not necessarily […]
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Do you have Just a Minute?

We have all been impacted by someone. As a teenager, I was deeply impacted by one of the leaders of my first trip to the former Soviet Union. We were standing in a pizza parlor in the middle of Red Square when he said something that I’ve never ever forgotten. It was a moment that […]
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The Need to be Known

We sat in a circle, the porch lit up by a string of lights and the air around filled with youthful squeals and the unabashed laughter of little ones filled with delight. For three hours we sat and when we finally rose, my cheeks ached from the smile stretched wide. It felt good to be […]
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The Grace to Shut Up

Grace. I have camped out on this very word for the year 2012. It is my theme and the anthem of my heart. When I feel frustrated. Grace. When worried. Grace. When annoyed or angry. Grace. It is good that I landed on this word as we head into a contentious political season. Already I […]
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Six

Beautiful Sweet Silly Sassy Athletic Fearless Mine Her daddy thinks we ought to ship her off to a convent in northern Iceland. I would tend to agree. We might be in trouble with this one. On her third birthday I told her everything I wanted her to know as she grew. For her fifth birthday […]
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Mom, Interrupted

When I gave birth to my first child, more than one person commented how calm and natural I was with him. I wasn’t stressed or worried about people holding him or coming to visit. I didn’t ask people to wash their hands before picking up the baby and I didn’t fuss over his every sound […]
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