“All done!” Babesie shouts as she scoots away from the table and off on her own mission. Her little brother is quick to follow, leaving behind almost full plates of food. My kids never eat the balanced dinners I cook: choosing instead to go after the pantryful of snacks. It’s a battle I continually lose, …

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“What is it about a grassy hill in the wind that both fills and empties our minds?” I’m not sure.  That’s why I’m asking you. My oldest daughter and I pulled into the gravel parking lot one Saturday afternoon.  It was one of my favorite open space preserves, as it was nothing but mountains.  After …

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She sat rocking her tiny infant – her third child in four years – to sleep in the carrier with her foot.  She sat silently looking at her hands while the rest of us gabbed about ourselves.  Then, one of our group asked her, “How is life for you now as a mom of three?” …

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She leaned a hip against the kitchen counter while I pulled pieces of smoked turkey meat from the bone, dropping them into the simmering pot beside me. “I feel like I don’t have any time to stop and talk to anybody.” She confided.  “Between nursing school, work, and driving my daughter to school and to …

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To have and to hold: myself – until I come back to my senses. It’s the first thing to reach for: before we even start dealing with the problem. It’s the very first tool. Some call it mindfulness.  Or awareness.  Or curiosity.  Actually, it comes before curiosity.  It’s hard to be curious about why you feel …

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