There are few things in this world I hate as much as giving blood. My first experience, years ago, as a young and unassuming freshman in high school, was one that has stood out to me (and caused fear and panic of a repeat experience) ever since. The nurse harshly stuck the needle in my arm[...]
I was contemplating how to clarify a recent misunderstanding I experienced in my personal life. So, this morning, as I was getting ready for work, I asked my nine-year-old son, Waylan, who just started fourth grade (but has the people skills of Mother Teresa and the wisdom of Ghandi), how he han[...]
Build your boat. I have a treasured James Avery pendant that was given to me by my mother. She, my aunt and I all have the same one and like to wear them when we know we will be together. It displays Noah’s Ark, with a peace dove overhead, holding a dry olive branch in her tender beak. A s[...]
One of my greatest memories as a young mom involves our family vacations. I had so much fun planning each one, often telling my husband that preparing for the trip was more fun than our actual destination. It wasn’t true, of course, but I admit that I did enjoy the time on the road as much as[...]