Uplifting And Positive News
Are you, too, giving gratitude for making it through another holiday season? The parties and gifts were great, but it’s time to get back to real life. Before you do, please check out this awesome video from a church in North Carolina. No matter your religion, I think you’ll get a smile and a wonderful gentle reminder for all that we have, even when we forget just how rich we are. Thank you, Forest Hill Church, for a minute or
Chickens. This week it was chickens. The backdrop for the life lesson that showed up. That opportunity to be a better human. So, there is this chicken club in town. Every few months I get together with fellow crazies raising chickens in their backyards. Always, a toe dipper who shows up. Someone who is thinking about going clucky. That’s how I encountered a special woman Sunday. She came to learn about chickens. And to teach. She probably doesn’t know that
I’m in debt to a fish. The fish, who in 10 seconds, explained my parenting conundrum to me. Keep your expert books, parenting websites. I have clarity now. Thanks to the fish. You see, Dear Reader, my daughter is a senior in high school. We are in the season of looking at colleges. So much has changed since I went 10,000 years ago. These days, the kids put everything they want in a school and a software program spits out
(Note from Daryn: Guest Blogger Valerie Hartman stops into DarynKagan.com to share her big lesson about shifting into yes. Instead of always thinking something isn’t possible, maybe, just maybe it is.) It started in the spring of 2015. My daughter casually mentioned a conversation she had recently had with her Dad. She told me that he wanted to take her to Paris on one of their next scheduled trips (spoiler alert-we are divorced-not the most amicable-but have figured out how
We’re having a popularity crisis at our house. What do you expect in house filled with teens? How sweet of you to offer your sincere compassion about our kids. Actually, you can save your concern. For them. They are fine. It’s we parents who are not doing so well. In case you haven’t heard– We are terrible people. Truly. Terrible. One teen this week was not allowed to drive home by herself through a bad neighborhood at 1 am. You
It was just supposed to be a short vacation. Not a chance to learn yet another life lesson. A chance to not work my brain and my heart so hard. That’s what I was thinking last week as my travel wizard husband pulled one of his miles miracles and flew us off to Costa Rica. Just us. No kids. No worries. That was the idea. At least. Until reality came crashing into paradise. “Did you hear what happened in Orlando?”
The decks have cleared. In the life of a woman whom I’ve never met, Yet who felt compelled to share her story with me. Folks do that. I guess that’s the gift I get for sharing my bumpy road to happy here on these pages. A gift I love. She shared how her career had soared among some of the highest positions in Washington. How once she was the youngest this. The most accomplished that. And then, Seemingly, Suddenly she
For you, Magnificent Woman–who is a creator whether or not you have kids, Mother’s Day. I actually write about magnificent aunts and women without children in my book, “Hope Possible: A Network News Anchor’s Thoughts On Losing Her Job, Finding Love, A New Career, And My Dog, Always My Dog.” And here is my column that ran this last week in The Atlanta Journal Constitution, The Dayton Daily News and other Cox Newspapers across the country. You, who thinks
Friends. I’m studying the new math. Friends Addition. As in, how many friends do you have? There’s that ever-present number you see on Facebook. How many friends to you have there? As if, the majority of those contacts are real friends. And now, I’ve come across this study. It has me thinking friends and numbers. Adding them up. Scientists in Britain are looking at the age you have the most friends. When you are, according to the Aalto and Oxford
I had a bill come due this week. The kind of bill they don’t tell you about. The price you must pay for a dream coming true. You could’ve walked right past us and not known what a bittersweet moment was taking place. A simple visit with my two nephews. My brother’s boys. The boys who have been my treasures since the day each was born. Which happened on the other side of the country. No matter. At least four
