By Rachel Macy Stafford. Today I hear…Whining about her sister having a bigger scoop. Slamming doors. The relentless buzz of the dryer: something needs folded…again.
By Rachel Macy Stafford. If you are a writer, then you know there is almost always an obstacle between you and your writing.
Sometimes when I say, “Enough,” I forget that enough has two sides.
When you’re living a distracted life, every minute must be accounted for. You feel like you must be checking something off the list, staring at a screen, or rushing off to the next destination.
Tonight not only did she know I loved her, but she knew every single reason why.
You might think opening their locker or having seven teachers is the greatest worry for sixth graders on that first day of school—but it’s not. In general, their biggest source of angst is knowing how they’re getting home.
Loving herself despite her failures, flaws, and imperfections gave her children permission to love themselves “as is.”
Giving myself a chance to breathe each day allows me to grasp the precious moments of my life.
By Rachel Macy Stafford. Just because summer is here doesn’t mean life’s demands and daily stressors magically disappear.