What Can Happen When We Finally Tell Our Worst Secrets

Secrecy + shame = silence. That is one dangerous equation. And all too common in this world. There’s an alternative solution though. It’s telling our truths. It’s not an easy solution to work out. The truth is it’s damn hard. The whole truth is it’s worth the excruciating effort.

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When Trust Is Shattered In A Marriage, The Way Back To It May Surprise You

If it’s early days for you on the pitch black, lonely road back from infidelity you’re likely slogging through a soupy fog and can’t see two inches in front of your face. You may be feeling weak, for choosing to stay, or to leave, though there is only fierce strength and courage in either decision. I’m not aware of an easy button available for either choice. But this perspective might shine a light just far enough ahead and just bright enough to make it all the way home by. Continue reading “When Trust Is Shattered In A Marriage, The Way Back To It May Surprise You”

An Open Letter To The Mom Who Can’t Throw A Ball

I watched from a distance as you stood a few yards away from your young son. Holding a football in your hands, you called out to him, “I’ll try.” In that moment, I felt an instant connection to you, so I kept watching and listening. You pulled your arm back, aimed (or maybe you didn’t), and let that football fly towards your son. Only, the ball flew toward your three o’clock, not your twelve o’clock where your son stood, waiting expectantly with arms outstretched….

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To My Teens: This Is What Parenting Looks Like

Listen, you two, I know you detest being parented and I am so very utterly sorry, not sorry about that… click here to read the rest of my article over at Perfection Pending.

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The Lie I Tell My Doctor…

My annual well-woman exam is coming up, and I’m wondering if I’ll tell my doctor the truth this year.

Each year there seems to be something I find I am not willing to offer up on the intake forms, some truth that’s too hard to tell.

Once I’m in the exam room and face to face with her, she probes, she inquires, she looks me in the eye as I respond and sometimes, I lie…

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