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It appears I’m losing my job. A job I’ve loved very much. A job I dreamed of getting for years. Even though I knew I was the least worthy person in the world. I didn’t have an ice cube in the desert’s chance of getting. And yet, It happened. Now, it’s going away. And I am, Well, Happy. Scratch that. Mark me down as giddy. The job? Like you, Dear Reader, it is one of many I juggle. I am,
We won’t be together this anniversary. It makes perfect sense, actually. Things are working just as they are supposed to. In a world where often not much makes sense, This does. I need to remind myself of that today. This is an anniversary that very few get. And one, I bet, You, who are a parent, Dear Reader, will understand. I did not come to motherhood in a traditional way. I married a single dad who was raising his young
She wasn’t the gift I was expecting. Not from my boyfriend. A very long ago boyfriend, I should clarify. This is a story about where we get our people. About how ugly can sometimes, Sometimes, Leave behind a treasure. There was so much wrong with this particular relationship. Red flags from the beginning. And yet, I stayed. Stayed for years. I, the columnist who writes about a healthy marriage, raising kids, normalish stuff, I’m so disappointed when I look at
The truth is, I’m not sorry. Let’s establish that right off. Before we get to the thing, The accusation, My husband has accused me of. Yes, that husband. The one, Who, wonderful as he is, Is not great at sharing, In one certain circumstance. He’ll give you his last dime, The shirt off his back. But dessert? Don’t let him close. A single lick of an ice cream cone is not in his repertoire. Split a dessert at a restaurant?
Giving a TED Talk has long been on my bucket list. A gajillion thanks to the folks at TEDxBigSky who invited me to be part of their 2018 event. The theme of this entire TEDx event was “Positivity.” My talk, “How To Watch The News And Get Inspired.” Yes, I really do believe there is a way to be informed and inspired. I’d love to hear your thoughts at the bottom of the page. I’d also love to come speak
It’s possible today is your day. Your special day. You, who did not have a single Hallmark moment with your less than functional family at Thanksgiving. You, who did not put the “Ho Ho Ho” in Christmas. You, who didn’t look up once from your desk wondering if that bouquet of red roses delivery was for you. You can go ahead and blow. Blow out big. Give me a giant exhale. You’ve made it.
16-year-old Danny Lilya has wanted to be a high school football player for pretty much his whole life. Not just any high school. The one he has grown up cheering for in his hometown, The Moose Lake Rebels. Parents and teachers are all for a kid having a dream. In this case, though, There was one huge challenge– Danny was born with a broken spine and has been in a wheelchair his entire life. Don’t count this kid out. Not
I drew the line at Chex Mix. I had to. Draw it somewhere. Had you been here to see what’s been going on in this home, you would’ve expected me to do something. Anything. A lot sooner. How many wives could standby calmly And bear witness to their husband’s love affair? It started innocently enough. Taking a walk with her. Private conversations. Snuggling on the couch. Wrestling games. Husband
And here, I thought I knew the whole story. Which makes me laugh now. You, too, probably. I imagine from time to time, you fall into the same trap. Casually following someone on Facebook. They look like they have everything. Especially, the thing you think you’re missing in your life. In this case, Incredible career success. This woman, Meg, must have it all. She’s worked for Oprah, after all! Her career has continued to bring her amazing opportunities even after
I realize now, That nothing, No one, Was safe. Not in the path of the crazed madwoman. Who happened to be me. I shared last week how, After years of procrastinating, Husband and I finally attacked, Emptied, Donated the contents of a storage shed we’d been renting for more than five years. The task was every bit as un-fun and unpleasant as I had imagined. And, And,
