(My summary of Brene Brown’s podcast episode with the Drs. John and Julie Gottman) Want to know what makes love last, but don’t have an hour and a half to listen to Brene Brown’s podcast episode on the topic? Here you go: my info-mini-hack of the above-mentioned episode. John and Julie Gottman are both super
This week in a private Facebook group, I read 368 comments reacting to a woman who posted, “I could care less if I never have sex again.” 368 comments. Clearly this gal touched upon a hot topic, (don’t) pardon the pun. Curious, I tracked the number of women agreeing and disagreeing with her. Seventy
The Fundamentals of Fundamentalism Many folks associate “fundamentalism” with religion. As in this definition from dictionary.com: “a religious movement characterized by a strict belief in the literal interpretation of religious texts, especially within American Protestantism and Islam.” Recently I heard an interesting theory. That the term “fundamentalism” can actually refer to several subject areas, not
On my recent reader survey someone asked, “What kind of activities do you and Tony-Bear do with your adult kids now that your nest is empty?” I wonder if she really meant to ask: “How do you get your kids to come visit once they’re ‘grown and flown?’” Host “Family Suppers” This was actually our middle-child’s
The first marriage conference Tony and I attended was pretty much a fiasco. Suffice it to say, our car was silent on the drive home. The window I rested my cheek on felt cool which was a good thing since my face was flushed from all the emotions simmering inside of me. Was our marriage
Looking back, it’s a blur, a filmy orange streak. Thanksgiving Day 2012, that is. I thought I was ready, that this would be the year I’d achieve my goal. I didn’t want much, just to get all the food on the table at the same time. At the appropriate temperature. I was on track, too,
To Do List Clean (really clean) the first level Straighten the second level Bank Gas Consignment Shop Pick up coffee beans at Quantum Bean Drop tin of cookies (with note) at Blatter house Dear Mr. and Mrs. Blatter: I’m writing to apologize… For the time I wouldn’t let you use the bathroom in our house
The boss I loved and hated resembled Albert Einstein with a tan. Thanks to Clinique bronzer. Okay, so I didn’t actually hate him. It just took me a super long time to forgive him after he made me weep in front of the whole staff. I don’t cry easily, but he could be vicious. “That
Confession: I stockpile Facebook statuses. Hey, don’t judge me. My ammo pile of cleverness is for your benefit. My goal always being to educate, inspire, and/or amuse you. There is, however, one status I was too chicken to post: ”Don’t feel sorry for me, but I’m lonely.” From time to time, posts like this appear
Years ago, I loved the television series Doogie Howser, M.D.. On the show, a much younger Neil Patrick Harris played a precocious 14-year old boy who happened to be a licensed physician in a difficult residency program. Each episode examines the tension created when the ordinary (boy) collides with the extraordinary (boy). With regards to
