I am childlike. In some contexts this statement could be seen as a compliment. It’s not meant to be one this time.
I hate to cook. I love to cook.
I hate the idea of cooking on the drive home, after a particularly long day at the office. Once I get home and start slinging pots, pans and ingredients… I’m in love.
I’m not particularly creative, daring, or good. But I’ll…
A friend recently observed some kids will dread an activity – until they get there. Then they have a blast.
Church was like that for me this morning. I really thought it was going to go badly. Beth was in rare form, and my fourth grade teacher sat next to me. Yes, the one I wrote about recently.
But there are a lot of things to love about Easter Sunday service. It’s festive and…
Be warned: I’m feeling preachy today.
If I may intrude (you did come to me, after all), consider this when your kids break out in smiles today, filling their faces with joy and holiday goodies.
Climate Progress:
The true debate is not between those who say global warming is a serious problem that deserves strong action and those who say it isn’t. The debate is now between those who say…
I always thought there was something wrong with me. There were certain holidays that meant nothing (or very little to me) and Easter was one of them.
You can excuse a kid if he/she feels nothing for a holiday that gives nothing back – not with birthdays and Christmas to contend with. But I’m an adult. I’m supposed to be better. It’s part of growing up – being more…
I studied phycology psychology at UF with the aim of becoming a counselor, in one form or another. I did some counseling on my first job after graduation. I spent a chunk of my time and an awful lot of my parent’s money on the idea that counseling, phycological therapy, and talking works.
A small part of me finds it funny that it never seems to work for me, when I need it.
We went to a…
I love sleeping in on the weekend. Who doesn’t? It would be un-American.
I opened my eyes, noticed light was coming in through the window, and luxuriated in the feeling of a Saturday just getting started. No plans, that my sleep-fogged mind could recall. It was the ultimate “living in the moment” moment. Bed, blanket, pillow… all my best friends were there. I heard Beth…
I work with words. When I was in school I thought it would be cool to be able to help people with words. I even got a degree towards that end. A few stints volunteering ended badly, and what was to be the first degree became the only degree.
But then I ended up working as a counselor for a non-profit, job training program. I worked with kids trying to get their G.E.D., and adults trying to retrain…
I go to church for the experience. You might ask, “why else would someone go?” Habit. To learn something. To try new things. To feel closer to God.
Before your outraged little fingers start firing off a reply… I know I probably left out a few things.
I’m a situational cynic, and this is one of those times – I think most go out of habit. I’m not quite as bad…