I have many very vivid memories from childhood. But of all of them, the things I remember most stem from conversations at the dinner table with my family. Many of these conversations were about what we learned in school, sports we participated in, oh and religion and politics. Each evening began with prayer at our [...]
Whoever came up with the phrase, “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me” was a liar. A few years ago, my therapist introduced me to Brené Brown. (Yes, I see a therapist, no I’m not “messed up” and I’ve already unpacked that box and owned it so let’s move [...]
(This is a picture of my brother David and I, circa 1989 aka the good 'ole days, playing by an open body of water, with ducks nearby and probably duck poop on the ground... we're still both alive in case anyone's wondering - oh and look there are pokey weeds how ever did we survive? [...]
