“This is the time to be a warrior.” My friend’s voice came through the phone loud and clear as she pushed me to stop the tears, do the hard thing, and take a stand. It was really an unfair tactic.
There seem to be two groups of people right now: the ones who are totally freaking out over the coronavirus covid 19 and those who are shouting at the top of their lungs about how the flu is far worse.
Someone hijacked my GPS. I don’t have definitive proof of this, but how else would you explain the pushy GPS lady leading me in circles? Literally. Get on the Beltway. Get off the Beltway. Get on the Beltway. Get off
I looked at my options and realized I needed to move on—to let it go. It wasn’t easy. It seems we often hold on thinking if we just give something a little bit longer, it will somehow get better. That’s
One chance. We get one chance to offer our first response. One chance to listen well. One first impression, one last day, one opportunity to love in how we react. I’ve heard that even though a person might not remember
I’ve been sick for the last few days. At first, I thought it was a cold, and then I jumped to the Coronavirus, and finally I landed on rabies (from my cat bite). However, I seem to have turned the
This is sad. I’ll tell you that from the start, so you won’t get your hopes up and think maybe it works out. It doesn’t. Lots of people have tried to help. Friends. Coworkers. Neighbors. Strangers. From the start, they
I gave in to a bully. Standing up to bullies seems like an important thing to do, and I’m conflicted a little that I rolled over and complied. Yelling at the Bully Let me explain. If you read my post
2019 found me broken, crying in front of strangers, losing my temper with the plumber, and being told not to hear the test results alone. Ironically, my word for 2019 was GIFT. To Be Better and Stronger I chose that