(Today’s guest post is by Meghan Smith) When I was 27 years old my infant child was diagnosed with stage III neuro-blastoma. Cancer. In the throes of this battle and after, my eyes were opened to one really ugly part of myself: the soulstuck control freak.Read More →
I’m not going to pretend what happened yesterday didn’t happen. I want to…Oh, I desperately want to stick my head in the sand and ignore the news reports and the Facebook rants, the Twitter tweets and the workplace conversations. Ignoring the problem doesn’t heal and doesn’t break the thread of fear being woven over and over again by the reactive and emotionally driven news media.
But maybe we can move into tomorrow with a different way of responding…Read More →