If you’ve ever been to a party at my house, you know the drill: don’t overthink it, just show up. Our guests’ job: Wear whatever you want. Bring something to share, or bring nothing at all. Open door policy: bring whoever will help you relax and have a good time. Show up when you can, leave when you’re ready. Be respectful of our neighbors with parking. Be open and eager to meet people that you…
Many of us have heard Coach Glassman talk about the Sickness-Wellness-Fitness Continuum. We know that as we plot our health markers on the continuum, we move further from sickness and closer to fitness as our markers improve. As we improve our body fat, 1RM DL, 1 mile time, bone density, and resting heart rate, we increase the buffer between our current state of health, and the more dangerous place of sickness. In other words, the…
We all know it. But, man, is it hard to remember sometimes that there are always 3 sides to every story. I try to always remember that whenever anyone is telling me a story: my kids, my husband, a friend, and everyone beyond and between. When Maya’s lacrosse team is dealing with some sort of drama that I hear about from my own daughter (whom I want to immediately assume is perfect and could never…
We all know and are generally open to the idea of not judging the people around us that date and marry the same sex, have a different ethnicity than us, make less money than we do, practice different religions, or choose to not have a family because they just, in all honesty, don’t really like kids. Then there are the extremes. There are certain populations of people that we almost find it acceptable to write…
If you haven’t adopted the celebration of Festivus in your home, I would consider it this holiday season. The Seinfeld-created holiday of airing your grievances with your loved ones has really moved the needle for our family in an effort to be more honest with each other, and live in a home full of joy…not resentment. There is, of course, an inherent risk that the “celebration” turns into a tragic falling out. But, that’s a…
I’m sitting beside Bode at his cavity filling this morning, watching him frantically squeezing the little squishy ball the nurse gave him for when he gets overwhelmed. I hear his little whimpers, trying to discern whether their from fear or pain. And, I feel the motherly anguish start to rush into the depths of my soul. I am so worried about him. I’m worried that he’s scared, that they’re hitting a nerve in his tooth,…