Lessons From Our Third Grade Bullies

When I was in 3rd grade, we had a playground bully. Her name was Marcia and she was MEAN. She picked on me something fierce. My first instinct was always to run away, as far and as fast as I could. To this day, I thank God for the extra adrenalin push that got my…

Mastering Hard Conversations

Can we talk about the four Totinos pizzas, two packages of double stuffed Oreos and the one gallon jug of Blue Bell Double Fudge Mint ice cream currently residing in my kitchen? They are the blaring alarm horns that something isn’t right in my life. Instead of handling a difficult situation – especially one that…