Wellness is about big love. Do you believe?
Wouldn’t you love a buck for every time someone asks you why you blog? And wouldn’t you say, “Yes, please,” to another buck for every time your reason for blogging adapts, adjusts, and changes? Me […]
Love
Love is more shocking than hate and why that doesn’t deny or minimize pain and suffering.
When writing the the first draft of the Love/Hate Challenge, I started with Ten ordinary things happening now that I love ~~~~ Waking early in the morning, feeling rested and eager to face the day. Waking […]
Accepting the Love/Hate blog challenge while sitting on a flower-adorned and sun-drenched balcony.
If you haven’t met Vic at Just Plain Ol’ Vic, please do. We share in common a passion for family matters as well as concern about care provision for those with mental health issues. Vic […]
You took my heart by the hand until my plans were gone and now I run uphill both ways with love.
Cougar calves. Washington State University cougar calves, I’m told, is what I’m developing when running uphill both ways in Pullman. From 18 Signs You Went To WSU: Seriously… how is everything uphill in Pullman? Today, […]
Sweet nicknames help to form a positive identity while negative names harm, so let’s choose well.
Little did I know when I started calling my husband, “Honey,” in our early years of marriage that the nickname would stick. Honey is literally sweet. Sweet names can minimize the bitter and enhance the […]
118 ways to put love into action to benefit your family, friends, and everyone you meet today.
While glancing through material I’ve written in the past, I found this list of ways to show love to those closest to our heart, to our spouse and kids, as well as to our neighbors […]
Ten years ago today I stared down fear and gave birth to someone who loves me more than the world.
There was something wrong. Ten years ago this morning, my nine-month pregnant self and husband, Dave, were peacefully pacing our neighborhood, in spite of our fear. My pregnancy had been uneventful if you don’t count, […]
