I talked this past Sunday about our inbuilt and innate human desire for connection and belonging. Like the song says, we want to be wanted
I fell today. Hard. There was nothing graceful or elegant about it. It was a clown fall, a Charlie Chaplain, legs in the air, panic
It was kind of an academic piggy bank. Each Wednesday morning, my fifth grade teacher at Dodd Elementary in West St. Paul handed out little
Elbow to Elbow Loneliness. At least a half a dozen people have mentioned it to me this week,
This week’s Early Childhood Family Education (ECFE) topic was “The Problem of Praise”, an in depth look at the perils of employing praise to reinforce
Curiosity, voyeurism, the occasional thought-provoking reference: these are the main reasons I check into Facebook once a day. I also appreciate hearing what friends are
I think I’m going to paint my living room red. Not a crass, fire-engine red or patriotic red, but more of
“What is your final destination?” asked the glowing blue sign as I dashed down the carpeted concourse toward my gate. I thought my eyes were
They would wear their corsages to church the Sunday after a big dance. Often a big maroon or yellow mum from the Homecoming dance, or
I performed the Heimlich Maneuver Monday evening — on myself. Lurking in the “string beef” from Trader Joe’s I had slung on top of some
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