Think of the last week with your partner. Only focus on those seven days. Then, make a list of everything nice you’ve done for them.
Note the times you’ve performed actions such as complimenting them, showing them compassion, doing small unexpected kindnesses for them, or expressing physical affection.
How long is your list?
Not nearly long enough.
And if you find yourself in the same boat, it’s time you made some changes to your relationship.
Because the only way a partnership grows stronger is when you continue to engage in small acts of daily intimacy. Without these acts, relationships…
I scanned my articles as far back as January 2021 before I decided to write this post.
I wanted to see when the last time I wrote about Medium was, and this was when I did.
And after almost eight months of ignoring that craving, I look back and feel proud. I was a good girl, so that means today, I’m allowing myself to give in and talk about the platform.
Why do I try to avoid talking about Medium?
Because it makes money.
And if you write about Medium regularly, you know it’s the truth. As a matter…
Novelist Holly Black states:
“The truth is messy. It’s raw and uncomfortable. You can’t blame people for preferring lies.”
And in today’s world, no other mode of communication allows for such easy deception as texting.
For example, when we speak to a person face to face, more than our mouths are talking. Our eyes, expressions, and body language all tell a story, and often, this allows us to see the real truth even though a person’s words convey a different message.
Not so with texting.
Texting is a guessing game, a puzzle we try to put together with missing pieces.
Aldous Huxley, author of the classic novel Brave New World, comments on the tremendous power of the writer. He says:
“Words can be like X-rays if you use them properly — they’ll go through anything. You read, and you’re pierced.”
And writers should constantly keep this fact in mind.
For example, they should ask themselves what point they’re trying to make with their words, what emotions they want their audience to feel, and what the ultimate goal of their article is.
And for many writers, the goal of a particular piece may be to simply voice their opinions.
“Death is a vast mystery, but there are two things we can say about it: It is absolutely certain that we will die, and it is uncertain when or how we will die. The only surety we have, then, is this uncertainty about the hour of our death, which we seize on as the excuse to postpone facing death directly.”
And I personally don’t prefer to Facetime with the Grim Reaper. I’m guessing you don’t either.
So we do what’s easiest. We choose to indulge in the fantasy…
I’m a perfectionist. An “I’m never good enough” and “I should be more successful and important by now” kind of gal.
But as I get older, I’m starting to understand that what’s beneath all these desires is a longing for inner peace. A moment of exhalation where I say, “It’s okay to relax. You’re good enough. You matter. Life has a plan for you, so don’t kill yourself trying to make it change its mind.”
And I haven’t found that sense of inner peace yet, but I know it’s crucial to my happiness and well-being. …
In a month or so, your teens will be headed back to school. And depending on where they live, they will either be going back to a fully masked school or one where only the unvaccinated have to mask up.
And let’s say your teen is returning back to a school where all students and staff are required to wear masks. You’re breathing a sigh of relief, aren’t you?
You shouldn’t be.
As a teacher, I can tell you two reasons.
And of those two…
“If we meet a hundred people who are all attractive, available, and all have equal characteristics, what the hell is that thing reaching in our stomach that goes, “But that one! That one!”
And maybe right now, you’re feeling that unexplainable pull towards a woman. Maybe you’re also wondering how in the world you can make her yours.
Well, I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but the bottom line is there are no cut-and-dry answers. …
As an English teacher to adolescents for over two decades, I know a little something about getting people to read.
For example, imagine trying to get a sixteen-year-old interested in Julius Caesar or Moby Dick.
It’s close to impossible.
This is why I don’t try to get them interested in these books.
I search out books that relate to them. I select texts that focus on being an adolescent: finding yourself, struggling with conformity, and dealing with family, love, and friendships.
And because I cater my classroom reading to students’ lives, the magic happens that all English teachers dream of.
When my family and I lost our chow chow Foxy last year, we consoled ourselves with thoughts that the land beyond the Rainbow Bridge was breathtaking and magical.
We laughed through our tears, believing her new world would involve miles of green grass and chew toys everywhere. However, what gave us the most comfort was the fact that in this special place, steak, bacon, and dog treats were undoubtedly lying around like candy spilled from a piñata.
But research proves that as happy as the best Rainbow Bridge restaurants may make our beloved darlings, they’re not as happy as we…