I’m definitely a recovering perfectionist. In comparison to grade school, my handwriting today might give you a clue. My third-grade teacher granted me free time during cursive lessons, and now my family claims they can’t read what I write (maybe they don’t want to!)...

Halfway through a Peloton cycling workout, I was tired of the grind. My mind and legs were screaming, “STOP!” when the instructor, Robin Arzón, busted out these five words: “Give Your Excuses a Funeral.” Hello, truth! How many times have I stopped short of getting...

As a young teenager watching a naturally happy friend, I remember thinking, “How does she do that?” “What’s wrong with me?” As if her glass was always half-full and mine was half-empty. In my first year of med school, my glass was so empty I saw a psychiatrist and was...

Problems and pains, both big and little, are part of life. As my wise mother-in-law says, “Little people little problems. Big people big problems.” A great reminder as we raise three children. Recently our daughter tossed her phone onto her bed. No big deal until it...

I can get frustrated and overwhelmed – like I'm just not moving fast enough – as I grow to achieve what my heart desires most. Both big and small things can trigger my frustration and overwhelm – from fixing a Verizon bill to navigating our family's health during a...

After Dave and I married, we immediately wanted a child to love. Like tomorrow. And though we conceived, we miscarried. Not once. Not twice, four times. Which left us feeling pretty frustrated and hopeless about getting what we wanted – a child to love.  Getting...