Today marks the 50th anniversary since the assassination of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. I wish I could have met…
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Empathy Deficit? Thoughts on Racism and Empathy as We Celebrate Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.
So, there’s been a recent uproar over racist remarks from a certain political figure. Have you heard? Someone may have…
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Lessons from Sam #4: The R-word feels personal.
If you know me well, you know that I consider the word ‘retard’ or ‘retarded’ to be more offensive than…
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Lessons from Sam #3: Welcome everyone.
Our diverse world provides countless ways to look at life. In certain communities and with certain individuals, various beliefs and…
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![When I think back to the early months of motherhood, those bleary-eyed, overwhelming days (nights?) of colic and learning the needs of my first born, I can hardly believe we're here.
The toddler who traipsed around in Huggies and heels, singing made-up tunes and chatting with her hilarious imaginary friend, Lackey, outgrew my heels two years ago. And for the past year, I've been looking up to her--literally.
The longer I parent, the more I discover this gift to be one long, winding road of learning to let go. From the moment she said, "My do it, Mommy," I knew we had begun to leave the days of her tiny hand snuggled in mine.
And while I know these seasons of greater independence are part of her journey, I'm still surprised when they arrive with another milestone at my door, another invitation to release. Some days I ache to hold on just a little longer.
Happy 17th, Sissy.
You're a gift to our home, to your friends, to this aching world.
[ID: A white teen girl with brown hair in 2 braids, wearing black leggings and a black hoodie, is walking in the woods. Sun beams are coming through the trees as she walks away from the camera.]
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