In choosing this, I change how I show up in the world. And perhaps, in small and quiet ways, that makes the world around me a kinder place.
Category: Perspective
Life Between the Silos: Only Part of the Story
I live in rural America where silos stand tall against the skyline of farm ground and small towns. They are practical structures, useful for storing grain and keeping things contained. Yet the word
Everyone’s Different, Everyone’s the Same
I traveled to the city and rode the subway. As I looked around, I saw no one that looked like me. Beautiful brown tones in every variation surrounded me, and my own lack of tone stood out. I felt d
When perceptions aren’t the whole story
I’ve always found it fascinating that siblings can grow up the same family, share the same experiences, and walk away with entirely different stories about what happened. My sister and I are only
Life in the Margins
Maybe it was a birthday party everyone else got invited to but you. The sleepover you heard about on Monday morning. The playground game where you stood waiting, hoping not to be picked last.
Not One Way: Brushing, Rinsing, and Listening
If people close to me can hold such differing views on something as simple as rinsing after brushing, then no wonder an entire nation struggles with differing perspectives on far more complex issue
When Love Doesn’t Require Agreement
I had a hard conversation with a loved one recently. We disagreed on the topic at hand. Each of us spoke freely and shared differing perspectives, but when the conversation ended, neither of us had
The habit I can’t seem to quit
What is an annoying habit that’s hard to quit? Biting nails, cracking knuckles, popping gum, or bouncing a leg. Habits slip in so quietly that we barely notice them, until they irritate someone e
The power of one small shift
I recently had the privilege of participating in a peer interview. It was my first experience, so I wasn’t sure what to expect. I listened intently and even asked thoughtful questions, eager to l
When Anxiety Knocks, Love Answers
Panic caused cold chills to rush down my body. Fear disguised itself as anxiety, and within seconds I broke out into a sweat. In that moment, I was convinced I wasn’t going to be okay.