mental-health
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Rambling on about eye contact, small talk, and the extinction of people skills… It happened slowly, which is probably why we almost missed it. Basic skills did not vanish with a dramatic puff of smoke or a tiny violin playing in the background. They slipped out the side door while we were all looking down…
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The fictional character I relate to most in this season of life…. Apparently, I have entered my Ouiser Boudreaux era. Yes, that Ouiser from Steel Magnolias… sharp-tongued, honest as a cast-iron skillet, and just Southern enough to say the thing everybody else is thinking but is too polite to let leave their mouth. I was…
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Rambling on about fate, faith, bad timing, and the choices we swear we thought through… People love to say, “Everything happens for a reason.” It sounds comforting, doesn’t it? Like the universe has a clipboard, a headset, and a very detailed schedule. Missed the bus? Reason. Got your heart broken? Reason. Burned the toast, lost…
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I have often been told I am a dreamer, and honestly, I cannot deny the charge. If dreaming were a minor offense, I would be guilty with glitter on my hands and clouds in my pockets. I have always had what some might call a dreamy outlook on life—part imagination, part wonder, part “look at…
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Because apparently listening has become a competitive sport, and most of us forgot to train, and some of us don’t know how to laugh… Misunderstandings are one of those universal life experiences, right up there with losing your keys while holding them, walking into a room and forgetting why, and pretending you understood what someone…
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Somewhere along the way, life quietly moved into our phones. Not all at once, of course. It started innocently enough: check the weather, pay a bill, maybe order something you forgot at the store. Then suddenly there we were, living in what I like to call the Deep App State—that mysterious place where bills get…
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The rambling insight of an ole’ woman who lives in the swamp… I have been making changes lately. Not that anybody would notice, mind you. Or if they have, they have done the polite southern thing and acted like they did not see a thing. The children, and a few other brave souls, have become…
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Why we make them, why some sound almost respectable, and why Daddy was right…We have all made excuses. Some of us make them politely. Some of us make them creatively. A few folks make them with the confidence of a courtroom attorney defending a raccoon caught in a pantry at midnight. An excuse is often…
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Why who we become is less “either/or” and more “both, constantly, forever.” We love a good debate. Coffee or tea. Cats or dogs. Pineapple on pizza or immediate culinary exile. So naturally, when it comes to human personality, we’ve tried to turn it into a match-up too… nature versus nurture. But the truth is, “Nature…
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Today was one of those rare, holy little gifts… a day off with no hurry attached to it. No alarm hollering at me like it had been personally offended. No shoes needing to be found in a panic. No coffee being gulped down like medicine. Just me, the morning, and the kind of quiet that…
Dirt Road Therapy 