This quote from the last season of The Office got me right in the heart the first time I heard it. What do you consider to be "the good old days" of your life? Is there a time you would go back to and re-live if you could - changing nothing, but just for the …
Category: Reflections
On Dealing with Disappointment
One day as I was vacuuming our stairs with our dust-buster, the hose attachment broke. I had only cleaned halfway up the first of three flights of stairs in our townhouse. "What am I supposed to do now," I wailed in frustration. "You could try the shop-vac in the garage!" my husband suggested. I had …
On Playing your Note
I took my boys to the Christmas concert at church on Sunday afternoon, our first time going. At four and six years old, I hoped they could sit through an hour of beautiful musical performances. They burned off some extra energy at the reception beforehand, running around the tables with their little friends and sneaking …
Dressember – On Stewarding my Privilege
Yesterday, millions of Americans gathered around their tables to give thanks for their blessings. I was one of them, and thinking over the many blessings in my life was truly humbling. I was born into a loving family in the richest nation in the world; I have a college education, and a husband with a …
All Shame in that Comparison Game
I'm lucky enough to live in a townhouse community where I know most of my neighbors, some of whom are colleagues and many of whom are friends. We share a wall with another young family: Missy is a friend of mine, her husband teaches at the same university as my husband, and their two kids …
How Playing the Tooth Fairy Made Me Question my Parenting
My six year old son had a milestone moment this week: he lost his first tooth. He's young for his grade and had looked on for some months as his classmates lost tooth after tooth. So it was with great excitement that he held up his tooth, safe in a tiny plastic treasure chest, to …
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Life Lessons from a Five Year Journal
I perused the shelves of the bookstore, careful not to let my pregnant belly knock anything down. I was drawn to the selection of pretty journals and notebooks; I've always loved writing, and journaling in coffee shops used to be one of my favorite hobbies. I hadn't written a word in over a year, since …
