Mother’s Day always brings up complicated memories of my first taste of motherhood nearly 50 years ago, in November of 1969: Something seemed terribly wrong. My lower abdomen was swollen and sore. I could no longer keep food down, and had lost nearly ten…
Have you ever resented the way someone demonstrated their caring and love for you? Even though you knew they meant well? I have. And I’d like to learn how to not do this to people I care about. While researching my parents’ lives for a forthcoming…
…and Without Needing to Fix It My last post ended with this: “In 1971, I was married and pregnant with my first child. I was preoccupied with the business of trying to be a good wife and mother. In the process, I was an inattentive daughter…
My parents arriving in Paraguay in 1943. Sometimes the aging of our bodies and minds, and the fading of our lives occur so gradually that we’re hardly aware of them. Occasionally, when the passage of time reveals itself in a compressed fashion, it hits us in…
In my last blog post, I asked “Is Your Intimate Relationship Making You a Better Person?” What if the answer has historically been “no?” Is there a way to change the dynamics of a relationship for the sake of each individual’s growth and improvement?…
I love the honest and vulnerable comments I sometimes receive in response to my blogs. Last week, in a response to my blog “Is a Good Marriage Good Enough?” Teresa McNutt Story stated: “This is a great article that really resonated with me. If you…