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paris

“Daddy, I don’t want to watch the news,” my four year old laments to H.

“Well sorry buddy, Daddy has to watch the news right now so you are going to have to be patient,” H responds with understanding.

“Can’t I watch something on the computer?” he whines.

“No.”

“Can I play on your iPad?”

“No.” ...continue reading What #Paris Can Teach Us About Mindfulness

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shootings

A couple of days ago, I felt compelled to write a piece on the most recent school shooting tragedy.  It was all about how complacency has played a major role in these types of tragedies.  I published it through my Medium account because I was worried that it was too emotionally charged for my platform here at PH.  I shared it with friends and my blogging circle to get their take on it and how it may or may not fit in here.

And then it hit me.

I am part of the problem.

...continue reading Guns, Complacency & Cheetos- A Mother’s Plea on School Shootings

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yelling

This is one of those posts that is difficult for me to spit out, because it involves a lot of soul baring on my part.  I want to talk about yelling and how it destroys the trust and bonds between parent and child.   ...continue reading How Yelling Hurts Your Happiness

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Listentotheday

Listen to the Day

Listen to the day, and what it says, in whispers of wind upon the sounds of playing children...  Shrieks of delight and roars of competition - foes fallen and friends united, brothers in love.   ...continue reading How Listening to the Day Can Improve Your Happyness

Living in the moment is something I truly struggle with.  I know I’m not the only one with this issue, but I also feel that life abroad, especially for diplomats, brings an interesting nuance to this issue.

You see, I don’t just spend a lot of time wondering what’s going on with everyone else in my family.  Worrying about my grandfather.  Inquiring about my sister in college.  But I spend a lot of time hypothesizing about our future, since we live on this rotational two year calendar.  If we are lucky we get three years, or if we are really rolling the dice, DH gets a one year in a third world dump.  (He loves the work, but those twelve months are rough!) ...continue reading The Moments When