With Father's Day approaching, one cannot face Scripture and literature square in the face and not see a mammoth amount of drama, tragedy, struggle and fight surrounding these roles.
Two sentences are all it took to show me how to communicate effectively.
Last month I sat in the kitchen of my daughter's home as she and my son-in-law had a brief conversation about how an unruly child had been dealt with.
One’s mid-40s is that time in life that feels like the discombobulating anxiety one gets when you come to that never before visited, big city, freeway on-ramp.
What I’d like us to consider in this essay are two themes 1) according to the Dharma, we can only liberate ourselves, we can’t transform another person (and if we take a moment to consider the intractability of our own unskillful sankharas—habit formations—it becomes clear that our very best efforts to change ourselves yields slow results); 2) it’s possible that we aren’t raising anyone, but that we are simply in relationship.
One of the basic tenets of Mormonism that consistently grounds me is that we are literal children of God. We have a heavenly father and a heavenly mother who love us and want us to be happy and to learn and grow and fulfill our potential.
As the world moves and changes, even a young president has a problem with it.
I can remember when “rock and roll” was going to be the ruination of society, then those free thinking hippies, and don’t forget those that believed in civil rights