My crazy life
Something is broken in me, and it looks equal parts American, Barnes family DNA, and my first-born status. It is decidedly not French. I take a per...
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Something is broken in me, and it looks equal parts American, Barnes family DNA, and my first-born status. It is decidedly not French. I take a per...
Yesterday's blog was about how to deal with an authority figure who puts you down. Today, I want to touch on the importance of acknowledging your iden...
A friend called me up this week looking for prayer and some counsel. An influential person in his life thinks he's a liar and is making life very diff...
Continued from Good Mourning: Learning to dance again Because we are social beings, we can't help but find a part of our identity in others. I am u...
This issue of trust is huge. We Americans may not recognize it because we live in a high trust culture. We are taught to respect the value of a han...
At times, I feel just like I felt in jr. high school. As a 7th grader, I remember the terror of PE class. I weighed 77 pounds and through what must ha...
To know others deeply and to be known is to put an exclamation point on our humanity. It is to meet the second highest of Maslow's Hierarchy of Ne...
Buechner writes the following on the subject of what it means to become truly human. I derive great solace from his writings, particularly when I peri...
This is a continuation of yesterday's blog . Have you ever noticed how when you look at a picture of a group that you were in, you always first t...
Growing up, I was insecure. No quantity of compliments could counterbalance the personal deficiencies I felt. I was small for my age, had acne, didn't...