Why Be Kind? Because This Is My Boy

My mommy-sense prickling the back of my neck, I asked him, “Who is saying these mean things to you, baby?”
“The world, mama. The world tells me that.”


Rejoice! For on the Seventh Day, She Rested

Monday, it’s another Monday. And Mondays are hard, aren’t they?  But this is not just any ol’ Monday. There’s a whole host of things that are different about this day, including, but not limited too: This is the Monday following the time shift here in the United States (well, most of them). Always a wonky…

What do you fear you could endure?

What is your biggest fear? There’s an interesting question for someone who struggles with anxiety. My mind immediately jumps to Franklin D. Roosevelt’s first inaugural address:  “…let me assert my firm belief that the only thing we have to fear is fear itself — nameless, unreasoning, unjustified terror which paralyzes needed efforts…“  It turns out,…