Finding Happiness, Hard Lessons
Jesus Was an Influencer
I keep seeing comments like, “You’re a ________, you should stick to that,” whether it be backlash at comedians, influencers, or entertainers of any type. But to me this makes…
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Finding Happiness, Grief, Hard Lessons, Healing
Chicken Soup for the Soul Round-Up
Over the last eight years I have been privileged to contribute to a lot of wonderful publications, but very few are as respected and world-renown as Chicken Soup for the Soul. My five feel-good stories have appeared in seven different anthologies. And since it seems an appropriate time to share some virtual chicken soup with my followers, I thought I’d offer my first round-up post of ‘Soul Stories,’ as I’ll call them now.
Finding Happiness, Grief, Hard Lessons, Parenthood
When Divorce Means Something Different
Not long ago I shared a post entitled When Death Means Something Different, and in it I explain how the loss of my father was vastly different than my mother’s…
10 Posts That Helped Transform My Grief
I’ve written about grief a lot over the last decade or so. And much of that writing has helped me put in to perspective some of life’s biggest moments and…
What in the World Wide Web is a Blogger?
Hi there ?? Chances are you stumbled upon this post because you have at least one social media account and somehow came to follow a “blogger” like me. You might…
The Poop Trail
It was undeniable that my mom had a favorite story from my childhood. She called it, ‘THE POOP TRAIL.’ Of course, she had a few other anecdotes dear to her heart, but as I lost Mom when I was twenty-two, the only tale that left a lasting impression on me was the shocker. Now, as a thirty-something year old mother, I’d love to learn about her pregnancies, birth stories, the challenges of being a single mother, and so much more. But I couldn’t have known I would miss out on the chance. So, Mom’s legacy remains to be: THE POOP TRAIL.
Mom’s the Word
“You’re way too into being a mom,” my childless girlfriend said. “No, I’m not! I really don’t like it sometimes,” I rebuked. But as soon as the comment fell out…