I often want to scream. To announce to the world that love just simply isn’t that complicated. Ironically, that is often what I tell my marketing clients. I urge them to understand that business is not complicated. On the contrary, it is built upon a few, simple principles. If you stay brand centered and conscious…

There are small things that mean bigs things in a relationship. Are you in a relationship with someone that during an argument or when you are attempting to express your feelings: Walks out of the room or out of the house? Sits silently with absolutely no response? Hangs up the phone on you? Dismisses you…

I sift through the priceless artwork that you once created. The ones where your chubby, little, fingers grabbed for paper and you scribbled with love. The crayons documenting your tiny, world view. It was you and me. How I adore those pictures. The ones where I was perfect in your eyes. I was allowed that…

I don’t really like to admit this, but I spent a lot of years crying in my marriage. One day my sister turned to me and said, “Colleen, no one else in your life makes you cry. If it was you, if you were a crier than you would be crying in all of your…

I like to believe that what fuels my brand of writing is love. That is the type of writer that I am. I am drawn most passionately to examine the average, every day moments of life. LIfe of course is always or at least, should be driven by love. It makes me think of the…

I roll one of my kitchen cabinet drawers open. It’s a side cabinet that I barely use since it’s awkward. I see shards of glass and open it even further to inspect. A simple, glass, Lenox bowl that we received as a wedding present is broken in half. I am once again fighting tears. All…

I’ve always respected an individual’s choice to stay at home or work. After all, these are intensely personal decisions which are often shaped by our own life experiences. I am fortunate that I have never met a working woman who has judged me for my choice to stay at home. I am equally as fortunate…

It is completely unnatural to sort through our parents home once they leave us. It is counter intuitive to rip the puzzle pieces apart when we grow up needing them all to fit lovingly together. My brother and sisters and I tried to respectfully honor both our mom and our own memories. We traced the…

My door bell rings. I open the door and find my friend, Lisa standing on the stoop. “The book I ordered you arrived,” she says. Lisa hands me the book. I thank her. She is thoughtful as always. We say goodbye. I close the door and head into my family room. I turn on the…

I had many years where I would say I lived a life that was pretty perfect. I was low stress, organized, philanthropic, living in the moment and overall, I would say, pretty much together. Then things fell apart. While I tried to save my marriage as only a party of one……….I neglected to truly accept…

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