
How to Respond to a Son or Daughter’s Devastating Divorce
It hurts to watch your kids go through a divorce that rocks their world. Your world starts shaking too. Here’s how to cope and respond.
It hurts to watch your kids go through a divorce that rocks their world. Your world starts shaking too. Here’s how to cope and respond.
Try this positive self talk the next time you feel misunderstood, misrepresented, or rejected. Don’t ignore those negative feelings.
It’s that season again. The holidays crowded with family, friends, yummy food, laughter, fantastic conversation, Pinterest-styled homes, and the warm-fuzzies of loving relationships. WAIT? What…? What about the grandkids who would rather spend their time engaging with their cell phones than with you? Or your adult children who don’t want
For most of my life, I’ve felt obligated to keep close friendships. With a few of my friends, this has been easy, even if we live far apart. The love between us is tight, and distance and the passing of time only give us more to talk and laugh about.
Let’s burst a myth bubble about friends. If you’re over 50, you know that a BFF, best friends forever, is rare. You may have a best friend, but if she was there at your birth, then your relationship is truly unique. (I’d guess you are twins.) If you only acquired
You’ve probably heard the story of the cute little frog placed in a pot of nice cool water. Slowly the water heated up until the cute little frog became a cooked little frog. He never saw, or felt, it coming. That’s what happens in our families when we ignore the
Pausing for a moment as I brushed my teeth, I heard Tom came in with Sawyer, our 4-year-old grandson. Sleeping in a tent with his cousins and Grandpa wasn’t Sawyer’s idea of a good night’s sleep at his first Camp Grandma. He’d played hard all day—swimming, games, snacks, crafts, a
You’re having an anxiety attack trying to organize a weekend getaway with your old high school girl friends. Your sisters dumped this year’s family reunion in your lap, and you haven’t a clue where to begin. You’d like to kill the pastor who put you in charge of the women’s
Recently, I found myself sitting across the table from an old friend at a wedding. We hadn’t seen each other in years. June (not her real name) is in her early 60s and looks like she’s 50 years old. She has a good job. Great kids. Several grandchildren. Lovely home.
It’s been an interesting ride this last week with all the fur flying on social media over the recent decision by the Supreme Court to legalize same sex marriages. I found myself frustrated at believers and unbelievers alike. They were rude, cruel, unkind, and even hateful. I wanted to grab