Father’s Day: On Breaking Bread

During this month as we celebrate father figures in our lives, I have been pulled to a story I learned about my Grandpa Kelson a number of...

Lift As You Climb

I’ve always loved the notion of lifting as you climb. The ascent, wherever it takes you, hardly seems worth it if you don’t bring people along with...

Everyone’s Doing It and You Should Too

I think one of the trickiest things about engaging in self-care as a woman is that it feels selfish. At least, I hope I’m not the only...

Communicating through Transitions

You may have noticed my voice absent on TRB over the last several months. I’ve been navigating some serious career transitions, role transitions in our family, physical...

Your Sleepy Sex Life

If you’re anything like me, you struggle to get a decent night of sleep and regardless of your parental status you have always struggled to get a...

Communicating Love to Keep a Partnership

“You know, the most common time to get divorced is when you have little kids. It’s so all-encompassing that it’s hard to spend time with your spouse.” My...

The Top

This month’s topic is a heavy one. Sitting down to the page, I have to admit to a serious case of writer’s block. Not, in this case,...
respect

R-E-S-P-O-N-S-I-B-I-L-I-T-Y (isn’t as catchy as r-e-s-p-e-c-t)

We certainly live in interesting times, don’t we? At this point I could refer to our political climate, and you may be expecting me to, but I...
religion and relationships

Religion and Relationships

I was raised as a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of latter-Day Saints. You may have noticed that I’ll link to a verse from the...
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