by skimhenson | Mar 25, 2016 | emotions, listening and talking, marriage
“The aim of an argument, or of a discussion, should not be victory, but progress.” Joseph Joubert I’ve seldom let anyone inside one of our arguments. They are too painful even if we say it’s about hair, which this one was. Of course, hair is not what escalates...
by skimhenson | Jan 28, 2016 | awareness and action, depression, listening and talking, making a difference, marriage, relationships
“People lose their way when they lose their why.” Gail Hyatt In the series, Finish Your Book in 2016, author Jerry B. Jenkins talks about finding our “why.” He asks, “What truly matters to you?” It seems I’ve known since I was a little girl that relationships...
by skimhenson | Oct 8, 2014 | listening and talking, suicide
Our phone conversation left me teary. Our daughter said the news about Robin Williams’ suicide scared her. It made her think of me. Her comparison was disturbing, and oddly comforting. If I could choose an actor to be like, it’d be him. In the aftermath of his death,...
by skimhenson | Jul 22, 2013 | depression, listening and talking, relationships, parent and child
Until I recently posted about it on my blog, I’ve been ashamed to admit estrangement from my mom. I blamed myself for the lack of relationship and struggled with thoughts that no one would like me since it seemed I wasn’t liked by Mom. I’ve been unable to...
by skimhenson | Jul 22, 2013 | depression, listening and talking, relationships, parent and child
Until I recently posted about it on my blog, I’ve been ashamed to admit estrangement from my mom. I blamed myself for the lack of relationship and struggled with thoughts that no one would like me since it seemed I wasn’t liked by Mom. I’ve been unable to...
by skimhenson | Jul 8, 2013 | listening and talking
I posted last week’s story knowing I might hear back about being estranged from my mom. Sure enough, that evening I received an email from a stranger. She told me that I’ve wasted enough time and I need to go to Mom. My emailer was well meaning, I’m sure – just like...