Freethinker – Day 4
I’m blogging every day of November, with each day being a post about a thing for which I am grateful. – HH On the fourth day, I’m grateful to have been taught to be a free-thinker by my parents, even when…
Hugh's Blog
Hopeful in spite of the facts
Hugh's Blog
Hopeful in spite of the facts
Books – Day 3
II’m blogging every day of November, with each day being a post about a thing for which I am grateful. – HH On the third day, I am grateful for my love of books. I grew up on 33 acres,…
Imperfection – Day 2
I’m blogging every day of November, with each day being a post about a thing for which I am grateful. – HH I’m grateful for having had parents that encouraged me to be bad at things. My dad was a…
Renee – Day 1
I’m blogging every day of November, with each day being a post about a thing for which I am grateful. – HH I take privacy pretty seriously. I am pretty open with my life, but I made the choice to…
30 Days of Gratitude
I said when I started this project that it was ultimately about my trying to learn how to live a good life. I went through a lot of pains to try to come up with categories that I thought went…
Managing energy
I have spent the last 15 years working in the so-called “helping professions”. People like nurses, doctors, pastors, social workers, teachers… that’s us – the helping professionals. And for helping professionals, the main resource we use in our work is…
Introversion and energy management
I am an introvert. This shocks a lot of people who know me. “You seem so outgoing!” “You are so engaged when talking to people!” “You do so well on the stage!” Introversion isn’t a synonym for being shy, or…
When you can’t do the thing.
The city I live in now is notorious for its poor street maintenance, and sure enough, our first year here, we lost a tire on the hatchback when I hit a huge pothole. At the tire shop, I asked them…
The week of emotions
I tend to think in terms of weeks. Days are too short, and months are too long. But weeks are just right. When I lived in North Carolina, my favorite week was the first week of April, as the dogwoods…
Use the good towels.
As a child, we had some neighbors – Montaree (we called her Montie) and Mr. Doc. They were retired farmers who had bought a few acres from us and built a small house to live out their retirement. They were surrogate…