Want To Accomplish More? Stop Multitasking

Want To Accomplish More? Stop Multitasking

For over a year now, I’ve kept a daily planner on my desk. There it sat, in all its beautiful unopened glory. Blank pages staring back at me. Waiting for me to get my act together.

Ironically, my ongoing excuse—however legitimate it may have been—was that I didn’t have time to open the planner and make my life more efficient. I was too busy running around like a headless chicken to stop and make sense of it all. Continue reading “Want To Accomplish More? Stop Multitasking”

Did Mary Have A Birth Plan?

Did Mary Have A Birth Plan?

Several weeks before having my first child, I painstakingly took time to write out a multi-page birth plan. It included everything from the oils I wanted diffusing in the labor room to who would cut the umbilical cord. I even translated it into French because my husband and I were stationed overseas at the time, and I wanted to ensure there were no missteps in communication. Continue reading “Did Mary Have A Birth Plan?”

A Message To The Next Generation

A Message To The Next Generation

“Freedom is never more than one generation away from extinction. We didn’t pass it to our children in the bloodstream. It must be fought for, protected, and handed on for them to do the same…” – Ronald Reagan

To my husband, an Iraq war vet who has served his country for more than 20 years now, thank you.

To my dad, a former Navy SeaWolf who bravely piloted missions in Vietnam to save men’s lives and fight for the freedom of others, thank you.

To all of America’s war veterans and the military men and women who choose daily to fight for and protect the freedom we’ve been given, thank you.

To my children…and to the next generation…may you have the honor of knowing these heroes and may you understand the value of the sacrifices made on your behalf and always cherish them deeply.

May God bless America.

The Blog I Was Afraid To Write

The Blog I Was Afraid To Write

It was 8 a.m. and my husband and I were the first ones to arrive at the doctor’s office. His secretary had called the day before and asked if we could come in before the other scheduled patients that day to discuss my husband’s ultrasound results.

I had done my homework and was armed with every possible diagnosis I had hoped it might be—including the ones I prayed it wasn’t. The latter won.  Continue reading “The Blog I Was Afraid To Write”