Access the audio version here. Good luck, bad luck, fate, destiny, karma. Each word elicits an emotional response. Each describes something that seems out of my control. As such, I don’t care for them. I don’t appreciate my emotions jump-roping through commas like an Indy car leading the heart of my emotional soul by the nose. There is only one thing I can control and that is my thoughts. How I choose to feel in any given moment is up to me. So what do I do when those words are jumping through a conversation? I choose another. Here’s the one I like: opportunity. And the number one item on my wish list is “Opportunities for my son.” Money wasn’t abundant growing up. I wouldn’t inherit it nor
The Abnormal Mom's Survival Guide
Essays on finding grace during the not-so-finer things in life.
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