We live in a world where we are our own island, adrift in this ocean and sometimes we find others like ourselves we can group together with as friends, form a community and prosper. One of the great things about having people in your life is that, the really good friends, can call you on your crap when you're spiraling, out of control, or about to make some truly awful decisions. But sometimes...it's not anyone's place to tell you or I what to do. Sometimes It's Not Anyone's Place To Tell You What To Do I'm not shy about the fact that I graduated from seminary. What you probably don't Keep Reading >>>
7 Ways To Comfort A Grieving Friend
If you are lucky, you may get pretty far into life before you experience a truly devastating loss. But sooner or later, someone you care about will take an intense blow, and part of adulting is to comfort and support them during their heartbreak. It’s intimidating. Especially for people who have anxiety when they can’t fix things. (*raises hand*) Because grief can’t be fixed. It just has to be dealt with, and everyone is different in how they do that. But just because you can't actually fix your friend doesn’t mean you can’t help. Here are some tips, from someone who just threw another Keep Reading >>>
3 Things You Should Never Give To Charity
I love how we as a society have come up with so many ways and opportunities to help out our friends and neighbors, colleagues and even strangers who may be a little down on their luck. There are food drives, clothing drives, fund raisers etc all aimed at collecting items from the 'haves' to share with the 'have nots'. Sadly, the need outweighs the supply, but as good citizens we can all do our part to help each other out. One way we can really help out, is by taking a close look at what it is that we give. Is what we're giving truly something someone can use, or is it something we need Keep Reading >>>
10 Times You Should Be The One
You're going to have to excuse my little ranty rant here, but I saw something the other day and it really stuck in my craw. I don't actually know what that means, but that's how upsetting it was. It was southern lady saying an expression that nobody actually understands upsetting. I was at the grocery store and a man at the end of my aisle grabbed a bag of cereal and in doing so knocked another one onto the floor. And then walked away. Now, I could be okay with that if he didn't see it, but when it dropped, he looked at it, put the other bag in his cart, and turned the corner. Oh. Em. Gee. If Keep Reading >>>
