Everyone loves looking at the underside of the stingrays. They have those goofy grins. They look like they’re gently smiling at the world, happily floating along the water. But they always look like that. Their faces are frozen in place like Wybie in Coraline. They look like that all the time. After all, the stingray that killed Steve Irwin was also smiling.
Sometimes you need a lot of strength just to have a celebration. I’m not just talking about the strength to label 250 seating cards and design shirts and shlep boxes. I’m talking about the strength to decide to celebrate even when you sometimes don’t want to.
That was the moment, the moment when the roller coaster in his world started going up again, the moment that my 10 year old understood the personal power he had inside. He wasn’t passive, he was strong. He was confident. He could ride any coaster, figurative or literal, and come out triumphant.
It was just my birthday. I wish I could pinpoint the day that my birthday stopped carrying that “birthday feeling.” You know what I mean. There used to be a certain intangible aura that used to follow me from the… Read More ›
A while back, I had a discussion with a friend of mine about joining the dark side. Yes, THAT dark side. Even though I wanted to think that when it came down to it, I would choose the right path,… Read More ›
I didn’t win the Powerball on Saturday night. I was shocked. I read all the odds. I knew that I had a greater chance of getting struck by lightning, twice. I knew that I had a greater chance of hitting… Read More ›
A few years ago, I wrote an article about our school greeter. He would stay in front of my kids’ school every morning, and…well…greet everyone. It was a wonderful way to start the day. They smiled and he shook their… Read More ›
I had a surreal experience this week. Someone posted a picture on a group that I am a member of, and it caused a bit of a stir. Here’s the picture: Though the picture was a bit disturbing, it was… Read More ›