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Parents, Be Happy For Your Children To Read the I AM HAPPY Series!

What is the happy place? The happy place is a feeling within us. When we’re happy everything feels good and easy. We are glad to be alive. Happiness is something we are born with, and it never leaves us.  What does a happy child feel like? A happy child feels excited by life and sees… Read More…

I Am Happy When I Am Wearing Exactly What I Want To Wear

I am happy when I am wearing exactly what I want to wear. Even if it is a little crazy. What do you like to wear? Is it crazy? ~excerpt from Book Two of the I Feel Happy series of children’s picture books I was in third grade when I realized, for the first time,… Read More…

New Picture Book Series, I AM HAPPY!

There was a time when we were truly happy. We actually looked for happiness, never thinking we wouldn’t find it. We explored the world around us without fear, only curiosity. We were sad and angry sometimes, but only because it was necessary for us to know what we didn’t like. Soon we were on to… Read More…

I Am Happy When I Get Glasses

I am happy when I get glasses.  They make me look very stylish, don’t you think?  Do you wear glasses? ~excerpt from the I Feel Happy series of children’s picture books When I was in third grade I knew I couldn’t see the board at school. I had to squint my eyes into tiny slits… Read More…

It’s Okay To Be Happy!

Negativity is nothing more than a socially accepted form of mental illness. I know people who, when asked how their day was, have never said, “I had a good day!” Instead, they say, “It was okay,” no matter how good it was. I remember being in a room full of people once, at a seminar.… Read More…

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…

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

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…