Warning Signs – More than a Safety Measure

The weather in Dallas has been a tiny bit crazy of late. Our summer had so much fun, it decided to stay way beyond it’s welcome, refusing to leave until recently. The third week of October was the first week of Fall without 90+ degree weather. Not only have we experienced record-breaking heat, we’ve had the least amount of recorded rainfall in a loooooong time. Until yesterday. The rains came. In force. Here’s what it’s looked like: Suffice it say, we’re wet. But life doesn’t stop. Carpools continue. Driving was done. Lots of driving. In the rain, at times torrential. Making my way to drop off one kid, I saw this sign . It said it all – and then some. And being the opportunistic mother that I am, I couldn’t stop myself from reading between the lines and dolling out a little life lesson

Re-Purposed School Supplies

As long lines, endless forms and other back-to-school pressures weigh heavily on the minds of kids and parents alike, it’s time to start searching for ways to dial it down. So, in the aisle during one of our multiple trips to Office Depot, amidst eye-rolls, audible sighs and drawn out Maahhmmm!‘s, I tried this week to help my kids (ME!) navigate the escalating stress (one of them is entering the ever-dreaded, supremely important Junior Year) by looking beyond the intended use of their school supplies to more possibilities. With a little re-purposing, those supplies just might add some perspective to chaos. Ruler When reaching for that a straight-edge, remember that rulers measure length, width, height and such – but not one’s life. Life isn’t something that sits nicely on a measuring scale. Lest we be fooled

The Undeniable Power of a Smile

On Monday, I had such a fun time getting to chat with Chris Fabry on his life radio program from Moody in Chicago. Actually, it has been a privilege throughout the summer to be able to chat with several terrific hosts about the topic of finding contentment in the midst of what seems to be relentless opportunities to compare. Comparison is one of those shruggable things that is easy to say, glad I don’t do that – feel bad for the folks that do. Which is really where I probably sat before delving into it. Comparison can take happy or sad situations and make them bad or worse. It sneaks its way into almost any given situation and does what T. Roosevelt so aptly put, robs us of joy. So on Chris’s show, he opened in the most unusual and compelling way. He transparently shared about ways comparison creeps into his life, then he invited

The Battle with Best and Pressures of Perfection

Among the many sickening, literally nauseating, stories in the news this week (i.e. #anotherboy), I found myself grieving over this from the New York Times: Tears literally rolled down my cheeks as my heart ached/aches for kids (like Kathryn DeWitt whose story is documented), for parents, for teachers, for counselors and all of us who are seemingly prisoners, shackled to never-satisfied societal standards. Though standards and expectations have always existed, there’s something about today’s landscape that tightens the vice grip. Finding no way to satisfy the elusive, unattainable mark to measure up, Kathryn finally  “…researched whether the university returned tuition to parents of students who die by suicide, and began cutting herself to “prepare” for the pain.” Agony. It’s
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