”Hey, do you need any help?” she asked.
”No, I think I’m okay,” I have replied a million times over the years.
After writing a column for my small town newspaper for 6 years, I want to continue sharing my reflections on life’s lessons through metaphors and analogies that are realistic and relatable.
”Hey, do you need any help?” she asked.
”No, I think I’m okay,” I have replied a million times over the years.
One of my favorite things about a memorial service is the way people gather. Loved ones and distant relatives come together in moments that rarely happen otherwise.
Lunch was ready. Everyone had contributed something: three types of bread, two kinds of meat and three cheeses. As people began building their sandwiches, I was shocked by my internal reaction.
After traveling around the world, I have come to realize that I am no different–no better and no worse–than anyone else. Every culture offers unique experiences, beliefs, traditions, and values
I zoomed in immediately. From behind, the resemblance was uncanny. The thought ran through my mind: my mom had joined them on their trip–quietly present, watching from a few steps away.
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
I have dreamed some big dreams in my lifetime, but none of them came true. And, I am grateful.
I have one pet peeve when I’m driving. There is no greater offense that can launch me into road rage faster.
But here’s a question I’ve been wrestling with: Is hatred also a secondary emotion? Is it anger’s cousin? Does it, too, act as a bodyguard shielding even more vulnerable feelings?
Then came the sound. A car backfired as it passed. Sharp pops rang through the air. I jumped, then ducked. My heart pounded as I searched for the cause.