It started when our grandson played a junior golf tournament near us and my husband and I followed him for nine holes. He’d hit a long straight drive, turn to us with a smile and a thumbs up which we’d return. The next hole he’d hit an errant drive, and say something like, “my drive… Continue Reading
On a recent 90-degree day with over 60% humidity, I remembered my childhood snow globe. Do you remember the magic of the tiny bits of reflective glitter in the water-filled glass? When turned upside down or shaken, the particles fell, like a snow storm. I gazed at it, fascinated by the whiteout after a few jiggles.… Continue Reading
I know some kids who know some things. I know kids who have not forgotten their in-born innocence, boys who play with dolls and girls who rule their own lives. I know a nine-year-old who played while her dad was at work. When Dad came home, he high-fived her, “you were awesome today.” I asked,… Continue Reading
Dad. He was right. Maybe 40 years ago, as I trained for a marathon, my right hip started to ache. But “I must run ten miles this week, 12 coming up soon. I must push on.” Mid-runs, my body would burn to quit. But no. My mind insisted, “Go. Take Aspirin. Ignore the pain.” The… Continue Reading
Years ago, I counseled a young couple, both more aware than most about the risks and rewards of sexual activity. They asked lots of questions. I listened. They both talked. “We want this. We don’t want that. This makes sense to us, but how does that sense?” They used the pronouns, “we” and “us.” Mature,… Continue Reading
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