Letter to Bullied Children

Do you ever wish you had more friends? If so, you are not alone. Most people have felt this way at some point in their lives. We all want to feel connected and liked, and when we don’t, it is very painful for all of us. It can be easy to believe negative things about ourselves when other people are treating us badly. Many kids say things like, “I don’t have any friends. No one likes me. There must be something wrong with me.” Sometimes we can start thinking that people would like us more if we could just fix the things we think are “wrong” with us: if we were better looking, smarter, less smart, thinner, bigger, more athletic, more popular, stronger, etc., maybe it would be easier to believe that we are good enough the way we are. The truth is that you are just fine, right now, exactly as you are. This can also be very hard to believe if you are being told otherwise.

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Kate Hall
10 Ideas For Positive Thinking

If you’re a news junkie like I am, then you may be feeling a bit discouraged. The headlines are filled with the desperate struggles of many in the world. And then, add to that, whatever other stressors may be affecting you and it’s easy to see how negativity can quickly rule the day.

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Kate Hall
Time: What We Hate to Hear More Than Anything Else

Almost 18 years ago I was setting up my first apartment as a married woman in upstate New York. One of the first things I pulled out of the box was our brand new, shiny computer complete with a cd-rom which would allow us to connect, via landline, to the Internet. I remember putting the cd in, getting everything hooked up and then hearing the sound of the computer dialing a phone number, listening to a long, drawn out fax machine sound, and then finally connecting. That process alone took several minutes. Then, if I wanted to actually go to a web page I would have to sit patiently while the page “loaded” until I could view it.

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Kate Hall
The Awkward Silence

My daughter has been having a jag of rough sleep lately. As moms, we all know what that means: I’ve been having a jag of rough sleep, too. She typically crawls into bed with me and snuggles in close and falls right back to sleep. I don’t, but she does J. So last night was no different. When I rolled over and awoke to find her, she was all tucked up on her stomach, knees to chest and arms folded under. And then there was her breath.

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Kate Hall