A Quick Tip On How To Nurture Resentment

My mom was the queen of expectations. Despite being very helpful to me, particularly when my kids were young, her acts of service always came with an unspoken price tag. Our relationship suffered because she expected me to do whatever she ‘expected’ of me...

The Year I Let Myself Go (Again)

I ran this post a year or two back.  What with the cheese, Guinness, and chocolate cake I’ve been facing day after day here in Ireland–serious temptations, particularly when presented by hospitable friends and neighbors–I thought I could use a little...