As I sat in my kitchen on New Years Day, I realized that for years I’d repeated this maladaptive annual cycle as if failure, guilt and self-loathing were my resolutions themselves.
Month: April 2012
Babysitting on New Year’s Eve
Garbed in tinsel hats and blowing horns, the children I was babysitting on New Year’s Eve darted around as if the house was on fire, squealing like baby pigs.
Overindulging Santa: A Cautionary Christmas Tale
Under and all around the Christmas tree, as far as their widened eyes could see, were presents. Nothing but presents.
Fear of change is hard to change
Can military child resilience turn into adult avoidance of change?
