A Slice of Humble Pie It was a Wednesday morning in early November. Juggling my purse, computer, lunch sack and who knows what else, I arrived at work. As I entered the lunchroom/conference room adjacent to my office, I chuckled to myself as I saw a message on the white…
Gaslighting? We have this ongoing debate in our family. The paint in our main living area is tan-colored, but my daughter tells me that it’s green. She sees it as green. I put a green plant next to it, and the contrast is striking (because the paint is clearly a…
As a new mom, I remember month three all too well—I felt exhausted, convinced my baby was doomed, and certain I was failing as a mother. Through tears, I described my failure to a friend. She said, “It sounds like it was a really bad morning.” Her interpretation of the…
