Keeping your cool

Composure is an important skill in parenting. It is important to model it and teach it to your child. If we can keep our cool in challenging times, we are modeling the same behavior in our children. Stress, lack of sleep and trigger thoughts are ingredients for aggression. Are you pampering and caring for yourself? …

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Mean what you say

Are you the kind of person who means what you say? This is something I sometimes ask a child when they are resolving a conflict. It is a powerful phrase! In modeling this, am I the kind of person who means what I say? Children feel valued and respected when adults mean what they say. …

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Poetry: Love is all there is…

LOVE Love is all there is it is a moment's wonder an ending of time Love is eternal never forgotten only misplaced for we tread in this life creating illusions of separation of pain of darkness of despair of hatred only to remember. . . and we listen to the whispers in the wind and …

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Love is all there is…

LOVE Love is all there is it is a moment's wonder an ending of time Love is eternal never forgotten only misplaced for we tread in this life creating illusions of separation of pain of darkness of despair of hatred only to remember. . . and we listen to the whispers in the wind and …

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Create a new story about your life….

I had a teacher who told us to go out that week and see how many Mercedes cars we noticed. When I came back I told her I had seen a lot! She asked me if I had seen any junk cars. I told her I didn't remember seeing any. The next week she reversed …

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Poetry: Box

There is this box at times I find myself in it is not anything planned but the lid just opens...and somehow I find myself in I have had my box since being a little girl it called to me... told me I was bad...but the box would keep me safe So I would crawl into …

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Box

There is this box at times I find myself in it is not anything planned but the lid just opens...and somehow I find myself in I have had my box since being a little girl it called to me... told me I was bad...but the box would keep me safe So I would crawl into …

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Poetry: Tribute to my father

To Dad on Father's Day I remember... you being the playful, affectionate dad and all three of us piling on your back playing, laughing, loving. My father's love. I remember... the joyful trips you took us on seeing the world doing things other kids could only dream of doing. My father's love. I remember... you …

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Tribute to my father

To Dad on Father's Day I remember... you being the playful, affectionate dad and all three of us piling on your back playing, laughing, loving. My father's love. I remember... the joyful trips you took us on seeing the world doing things other kids could only dream of doing. My father's love. I remember... you …

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Lizbeth (end of the world)

They came in flocks. It all started long ago in a quiet sleepy town. Lizbeth was an innocent, a babe thrown into the wild and chaos of earth. Nobody really knows exactly what happened. But one crisp, blue morning, a scream was heard for miles. There was no mistake who was screaming. You have to …

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