“Can such stiff and formal moldings as words capture the spirit-essence of love?” – Pearl Buck. The answer seems to be – it depends on who you ask. If you ask a poet, he or she might say My love is like a Red Red Rose Or You only have to let the soft animal...
“Perfectionism has nothing to do with getting it right. It has nothing to do with fixing things. It has nothing to do with standards. Perfectionism is a refusal to let yourself move ahead. It is a loop—an obsessive, debilitating closed system that causes you to get...
Church was the weirdest thing in the world when I was a kid. We went – my sister, my brother, my mother and father and me – to a very wooden congregational church in New Rye, NH. Women wore dresses and gloves and men wore dark suits and white shirts and...
Writing this blog was hard. I didn’t really have time, because I’m on a Midwest college tour with my sixteen-year-old daughter. We drove 12 hours from Georgia to Michigan. We spent four days in Michigan touring The University of Michigan and visiting family....
It’s that time of year, when goings happen. There are so many graduations with young people moving onto the next chapter of their lives. Several friends are moving—Dulcie just moved into a new house, my best friend, Janene, is moving from Tennessee to Texas, and...
