Are you familiar with the story of Ricochet the Dog? She began “school” as a young pup so that when she grew up she would be a Service dog for an individual with disabilities. There are parallels between what happened during her training and what can transpire as you raise your children. You have […]
Five Minute Friday-Trust
February 10, 2012 By 6 Comments
Write. Ding. Toss Write. Ding. Toss. Arggghh. I just have to trust that the words will come one of these times., that they will take shape on the page. I only have five minutes? I guess it’s a lot like parenting. I knew it would be hard, but, well, I knew my hubbie and I […]
Rescuing your marriage-reaching for resources
February 8, 2012 By 14 Comments
Welcome to the follow up to Rescuing Your Marriage-Looking Back from the Future. If you missed it, I encourage you to take a few moments to go back and read it, and to please think about stepping back from your willingness to walk away from your marriage. Instead you can flirt with the idea that […]
Five Minute Friday-Growing
September 23, 2011 By 10 Comments
As we grow up our kids, we grow up ourselves. We begin with the best of intentions, vowing to be the best parents we can possibly be. We will lead them to be good, kind children, full of faith and joy and love. And then, they become toddlers, little mirrors of ourselves, and we […]
Starting conversations with your kids-Pillow Journals
September 19, 2011 By 16 Comments
How do your conversations go with your school age kids? Let me take a stab at what might pass for a run-of-the-mill give and take between the two of you: How was your day? Ok. What did you do? Nothing. How’s that new class going? <Crickets chirping> Child has exited the building. *Sigh* So how […]
More on letting go: I hope you dance
August 24, 2011 By 1 Comment
A couple of years ago I wrote about that moment of letting go, as your child seems to march directly from Pomp and Circumstance at their high school graduation to the future awaiting them through the open door of college. You wonder where the years went, as you think about that little five year old […]
