What is the last kind thing you said to someone? Better yet… What is the last random compliment you gave to a loved one or stranger?
The timing of returning to the Newsroom could not have come at a better time … Fair week!
Today marks my first day back in a place I left a decade ago. Just looking at that sentence causes me to pause in both amazement and disbelief.
There is very little I don't love about this job.
Parenting brings with it many milestones: first steps, first day of school, sleepovers, losing teeth, dates, driver's license, college choices, the list goes on.
When our children learn to ride a bike, shoot a basket or kick a goal they often fail – many times. Yet, as their parents, aunts, uncles, grandparents or loved ones we encourage them to try again. In some cases we require them to. Simply put we discourage them from giving up. We want them to succeed, to stick with it, quite simply to continue to try.
I often wonder how different the world would be if more people deferred from their 'calendar' long enough to change a life. Not just any life. Not a specific life with intended purpose, but someone random.
The title for this week's column is just about as basic as a writer can get. What I've come to learn more and more however is how one seemingly 'small' thing can be so much bigger once the dirt is unearthed.
Remember the Pen Pal? I believe it's back. The craziest part is that it has reappeared in the form many disregard as 'Facebook silliness.'
Somebody pinch me, 2014 has found us and to make matters even more crazy … it's the middle of January.
I love the magic of the Holiday season.
I believe stores should be closed on Thanksgiving.
I have a confession, which may make me less than popular with a few readers. My hope of course is that those affected or bothered don't take this out on my children and remember this is a 'grown-up' problem.
In the role of parent we are never void of the knowledge that eyes are always watching. Be it the eyes of our children, our peers, family or society at large. No parent is perfect and we all have our moments. 'Slips' happen, but if we are truly fortunate the 'eyes' bring it to our attention.
I'm a firm believer in the old adage of 'older and wiser.'
A few weeks back I had the unique opportunity of attending a school board meeting for a standing room only night.
Some days our newspaper space just doesn't provide enough room for the cast of characters which occupy our zip code.
Earlier this month, I shared a bit about my personal journey with the word 'believe' and what it offers to life and living on a day in day out basis.
My mother hails from a large family. Twelve children large to be precise. A five boys and seven girls journey which began for my grandparents in their teens with the last being born when my grandmother was in her early forties. My mother is the youngest of the girls and second youngest of the 12.
This has been coming for a while. I saw it coming in the not so far off future last year when my youngest began reading sentences and realized 'my mommy's picture is in the paper.'
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