Blog

My Grandma Weber led an orderly life. Without a doubt, she was not one to be easily distracted or one who went off course. And though the evening news may have described the world around her as going to hell in a hand basket, Grandma’s feathers never ruffled under duress.    Calm in the Storm…

 When my father was alive, I didn’t fret too much as a child. Instead, I naturally relied on him for everything I needed. Besides the basics of food, clothing and shelter, Dad gave me tender tending with cuddle times on his lap and lots of hugs to reassure me that all was well even when…

Perspective is the evaluation of an event or problem according to a particular way of viewing them. Alone, my perspective is limited to what I see, think, know and believe. But, when I share my perspective with another person, I invite them to help me enlarge my way of looking at something.   Squaring up the…

While raising our three sons, the nightly routine of tucking them into bed at night turned me into a good listener. After the busyness of an ordinary day and before falling asleep at night, they needed my undivided attention. It only took a few minutes for them to share what was on their heart, ask…