I arrived home the other night after driving my teenage son an hour to his theater rehearsals to downtown San Diego. This is now the sixth week of driving him, on average six days a week, mostly during rush hour. My husband tag-teams with me, meeting me at a local city park after his long …
We all know difficult people. That person might be someone we also love, or want to love more – a wild child, a stubborn spouse or partner, a critical parent, a jealous friend, relatives who’d love us more if we’d just be their version of ourselves. Or perhaps the difficult person is an antagonistic co-worker, …
We live in a world with so many ideas of God. I think of author Alice Walker’s words after she saw her first illustrated Bible, “it was difficult to get that white man off my eyeball.” I grew up thinking God as the big man with the white beard I saw in the clouds, a large, …
Although I’ve come a long way, I still haven’t mastered controlling anger and yelling, especially during bouts of my teenage son’s hormonal angst, when uncharacteristic disrespect spews from his otherwise kind heart like a curve ball. Living with a teenager is often like living on the San Andreas fault line, or in tsunami vulnerable …
As I climb the slow and steady mountain of aging, as time sneaks up behind me, I’m more tentative about my choices, about the paths I take. I pay extra special to attention caring for my body, mind and spirit. I’m also intent on following in the footsteps of faith-fueled wise women who climbed …