On Being Wrong
Discovering I am wrong is usually a distressing and embarrassing realization for me. My heart starts racing, it feels like my body temperature is rising, and there is this sinking…
Discovering I am wrong is usually a distressing and embarrassing realization for me. My heart starts racing, it feels like my body temperature is rising, and there is this sinking…
For those of you with children in your lives, here is a cheap, easy game adaption that will get you and them talking about your internal worlds together. You need…
I frequently have ruminating thoughts. Sometimes they become verbal. Nate, thinking I am talking to him, will ask me what I said. At which point, I own up: “Never mind,…
I remember the look of shock on her face when I mentioned in passing that I was on an antidepressant. She was like, “But you’re a Christian counselor!” “Yea,” I…
I like to say: when you have a baby, you automatically grow extra guilt and worry glands. At least that’s what happened for me. And whenever I make that statement…
I thought of starting a blog over a decade ago. It was going to be called thegamelady.com, and be a sort of online encyclopedia of games for caregivers to play…