My perfect little grandson at birth Years ago, I published an essay about the anguish of our estrangement from a few of our adult children. I titled it My Big Happy Illusion, because one underlying issue in our particular estrangement story was my powerful illusion…
Little Did I Know at Six Months what I Would Someday Be Called To Do Here’s a funny job description of my thirty-year career as a university professor: I talked in other people’s sleep (in my classroom).
I am pleased to bring you the thinking of today’s guest, Dr. Joshua Coleman. Josh is a psychologist in private practice in the San Francisco area, with particular expertise in family dynamics,…
In Monday’s blog, I explored what it means to find our ‘calling,’ meaningful work that reflects our passion, skills, service to others, and above all, who we truly are. I cited the results of a recent Gallup poll, indicating that over 80% of college-educated Americans aspire to have…
Dad on the left — Mom on the right On August 26, 1943 — the day after their wedding — my parents John and Clara Schmidt were at the Newton, Kansas train depot, on their way to South America. They were ‘called’ to serve as doctor and nurse for a new settlement of Russian…
Aberacadabera This week’s topic has been disappointment, and the yucky feeling we get when someone we care about says, “I’m disappointed in you.” I try to lighten my writing up a bit on Fridays, but lightness and disappointment don’t seem to go together all…