What do you do in a slow season of life? I’ve heard them called the lazy days of summer, yet when my kids were growing up, summer felt anything but lazy. We ran from swimming lessons to ball game
Tag: perspective
The Ingredients of Summer
There is something magical about summer in a small town. Perhaps the magic happens in cities as well, but my lived experience has mostly been in small, rural communities.
When Irritation Becomes a Mirror
I was once told that the things that irritate us about other people often reflect something unresolved within ourselves. At first, I resisted that idea. Surely the problem belonged to them, not me.
Where Common Ground is Found
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
The Version of Me Only I Can See
Once in a while, I bump into the reality that my self-concept doesn’t quite match reality.
Try It Again: How encouragement can change everything
I watched as she started to sit down, discouraged. A friend in the crowd shouted, “Try it again.” She scanned the crowd and saw something different. The crowd in our section was ready. So, she
When the Towers Fall: What Are We Really Building?
My grandsons love to knock down a tower. I stack the blocks as fast as I can before they “boom” them down. Belly laughs echo through the room. Then I build again.
One Glance, One Story, And I Got It Wrong
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.
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