Is it fair?

Most of us had finished our plate of lasagna, but while my son was still using his fingers to pick out only the noodles, I told my six-year-old daughter that she needed to go upstairs to pick up her room. …

The beauty of a micro-retreat

I perched on the hewn-log bench, looking up into the cathedral of leaves as the sun’s rays filtered through the branches above to create a high and holy ambience. The twitter of birds in the trees and the occasional scampering …

Because he’s the one with the problem!

Counseling sessions with my husband always started out the same. On the drive there I would envision the therapist agreeing that I was right and that my husband needed to change. It would surely be a life-changing hour for him. …

Half and half…

I walked towards the gate of Sunny’s new school this morning, behind the bars was an enclosed area for children to sit. My eyes found four children in wheelchairs. One little boy dangled bare feet from his chair, while another …