Remember? Yes, I’ll always remember. This is a repeated line from a poem called, Ghost’s Grace by Paul Fleischman. Remember? Will I always remember? I don’t know if I can answer that so solidly sure. I find myself in a stage of life where I am squeezed in the middle between the 9 year old daughter and the 91 year old father. Recently, I have been dealing with my mother’s memory losses. She doesn”t remember sitting…
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A Tale of Two– Have you heard this one on parenting? When you have one child it is tag team, when you have two children it is man to man defense and when you get to three children it is zone defense!! It is easy as a parent to look at two children and see them just as opposites. When I had our third child and it was a boy, I slowly realized that it…
Leave a CommentWhat does it mean to become a cultural communicator?? My husband and I recently returned from a 25th anniversary trip to New York City. Everywhere we walked we heard an amazing variety of foreign languages. In every location we saw an incredible range of people. We were surrounded on all sides by diversity that was mind boggling. What made the trip most enjoyable was not the sights although they were spectacular but the people we…
Leave a CommentRecently I finished reading Crucial Conversations . The book is subtitled Tools for talking when stakes are high. One of the best takeaways for me from this book was this idea. “When it is safe, you can say anything.” Open and honest communication takes trust and a great measure of value and respect for the other person. Learning to be aware of how people are responding to your communication is a key way to know if you…
Leave a CommentDid you see the movie? On a Friday night last spring with Gary and 3 of the manboys in our house we went to see it. Loved it… It was tough to watch at times but between being a graduate from the Naval Academy in the first years of women attending and being stationed in the Philippines where I lived in the same Bachelor’s Officer Quarters as a deployed SEAL team-I was prepped :-). There…
Leave a CommentOnce upon a time there was a Cherry tree. It was small and weak. You would say that’s horred. For the cherry tree it was HORRID. Children shook the tree back and forth. Millions and millions of petals and leaves fell to the ground. It was like a wedding! Every year the tree grew ferocious at the children. Every shake when the leaves came floating down the tree became hot as fire. One day the tree saw…
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