The other day I found the following post on Yahoo Questions: My 13yo firmly believes he is under absolutely no obligation to do anything my wife or I say, and refuses to do anything he doesn’t feel like doing. Suggestions?
I remember, as a child, sitting on a cold, flat boulder, squinting against the sun as it peaked through the leaves above, while writing a story about fairies and magic. Walking barefoot in the dirt, chasing squirrels around tree trunks,
If you’re anything like me, life is rushing past you at supersonic speed, seeming to scatter in all directions like a herd of squirrels. And if you’re anything like me, there is no slowing down in the near future. Despite
Everyone has anxiety. It’s not something we can cure, and we wouldn’t want to if we could. Anxiety, when it kicks in properly, is our natural two-pronged protector reflex. It’s a physical feeling in our body, combined with the thought
“A change is as good as a rest”. My father used to say that a lot. Lately I’ve been really tired. I thought I needed a rest. A vacation. And so I told some friends, “I’d like to take a
Recent occurrences in our world have inspired much contemplation and discussion. Personally, they have caused me to recall a time when, years ago, I associate produced a television program titled What Are We Doing to Our Children? The stress of
Build Bridges, Don’t Burn Them: Four Ways to Practice Compassionate Communication The conversation that changed my life wasn’t about a higher power or the meaning of life. It was an ordinary argument about a local political issue in which I
What if you were asked to speak about the most important subjects in a human life? How would you answer? If you were a child, you’d probably say playing gave you the most enjoyment, and you hated to be sick.
His name wasn’t Lucas, the way it is in my novel, Goodbye Forever. His name, he said, was Joshua. I can tell you that because it turned out to be a lie. He stopped by my house one spring morning
I’m pleased to say that I have just returned from a very successful trip back to Upper Lake High School. I was there to speak with the students who had read my revised manuscript, as well as to several other classes that
For a happy marriage, make your life an adventure As I look back on 42 years of togetherness, one word describes our life: adventure. From the moment we met, we shared kindred spirits of curiosity, adventurousness, and a willingness to
Have you ever wondered why your ability to capitalize on the growing momentum of some important undertaking or effort waned and eventually evaded you, just as you were on the verge of monumental success? That undertaking might have involved positioning
Where does the time go? I was fortunate enough to publish on this esteemed site two years ago, again last year, and now owing to the generosity of Gilda Evans, I’ve the opportunity to circle back a third time as
How many times have you gone in search of something, like a lost set of keys or a pair of glasses, only to find them hiding in plain sight? Yes, it is often the most obvious places to look that
Talking on a guest post can often be quite daunting… Pick any subject they tell me… Any? Really? Well here goes; Firstly, my thanks must go to Gilda Evans for asking me along. I hope this will be worthwhile for
What makes a great communicator? President Ronald Reagan was known as “the great communicator.” Was it his skills as an actor or politician that afforded him this moniker? What are the qualities that help get your point across and make
POOLS OF LOVE Gaze into a persons eyes, far beyond the mask and wonder at the questions that you’re too afraid to ask. Gloriously gazing into depths of deep emotion, currents running deep within a cool and placid ocean.
At the start of a relationship, romance comes naturally. No one needs to be taught. If you are in doubt, you are willing to ask a friend or family member how to show the special person in your life you
Just more than a year ago I was honored to have an opportunity to write a guest post on this blog, entitled A Dream Deferred. In it I harkened back to dreams of my youth, confronted what for decades had
I’ve always pictured myself as a mother of a big family. Growing up as one of five kids in less than seven years might have predisposed me to think in terms of many children, but I always say I was