Be Curious, Not Furious

Trish Kendall writes in this personal essay about parenting after trauma. She encourages being curious and to practice active listening with children before reacting to emotionally charged situations.

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Creating My New Normal

On Route 138 on the way to school drop-off, we drive past an abandoned, broken-down house. It is out of place amongst all the other homes that are alive, old or new. This one has been left empty, battered by Boston winters with no one to care for it. Most of its paint has fallen…

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5 Ways I Balance My Professional and Personal Life

By my mid-30s, I had achieved more in my professional career and in my personal life than I ever thought possible. Professionally, I was a highly regarded business development professional. Personally, I was building my community and forging lifelong friendships, and my now-husband and I were building our lives together. And when Joe and I…

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My Sister’s Promise: Deception Pass Bridge

In the slight exhale before her words form, resolve overtakes defeat. “I promise you, my little sister, one day, I will take you away forever.”   I was 13 years old in the summer of 1987. My big sister, Maria, and I drove onto Deception Pass Bridge, the structure that crosses a deep and turbulent channel…

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Reveling in the Ordinary

I find joy in what most people must think is a mundane, ordinary, even frustrating routine—the 5.1-mile, traffic-infested daily drive from our home to my kids’ school. But this drive is not an inconvenience to me. Rather, quite the opposite.

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Creating Home

After a childhood of trauma, abuse, and neglect, Trish Kendall’s life feels perfect. Kendall explores the process of creating home in this personal essay.

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A Little Bit About My Success

My definition of success has changed over the last 25 years: First, I wanted to live clean and sober and as I worked to achieve this success, I learned the power of a two-way agreement.  And then my definition of success grew…. I wanted independence. As I worked to achieve this success I learned that if I do the little…

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The Pit

In my previous post, I brought up my journey from my worst day to my best day. I’d like to share a glimpse into my worst day with you.    It’s April 22, 1994. My thumb, burnt from the heat of the lighter, keeps the flame steady to liquify the rock. The sizzle makes my…

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