Tag Archives: acceptance

In This House We Love

In this house we do not criticize each other. We do not mock each other. We do not point fingers. We do not rehash the past. We do not hold a grudge. We do not ignore each other. We do not lie. We do not expect more of each other than we’re willing to give.… Read More…

Happiness is Overrated

Happiness is Overrated

I used to think that happiness was an attainable goal. I looked for it everywhere; in people, in things, through accomplishments, in how I looked, what I owned, having perfect health, and on and on and on. Sometimes I thought I found it, but it never really lasted that long. Besides, even when I “had… Read More…

Dare to be Different

Dare to be Different

When I was very young I wanted to be special. I didn’t really know what special meant, but I wanted it to mean that I would be different than my parents. I loved my parents, it’s just that I didn’t want their life. I didn’t want to get married young and have a bunch of… Read More…

What kind of attention are you going for?

What kind of attention are you going for?

Have you noticed the way some girls dress for middle school? On one extreme you’ll see girls in half shirts, so that their belly buttons show, and jeans so tight they can’t fit a phone inside their pocket. On the other extreme you have the sloppy look; baggy sweats or pajama bottoms, and socks with… Read More…

My Mother’s Hands

My Mother’s Hands

Growing up, I didn’t really look like anyone in my family.  Adults would study me and proclaim that I must have come from the Milk Man.  When I was mad at my family, for whatever reason, I’d use this as a tool to feel sorry for myself, casting myself as the outsider. There was, however,… Read More…

I Was A Controlling Mom

I Was A Controlling Mom

When my daughter asked me to chaperone the community service event she was organizing for school I casually said, “Sure, no problem.” But secretly my heart soared! It had been years since I was allowed to go on a field trip with either of my kids. The last few I attended were because I wasn’t… Read More…