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Whatever Things Are…Excellent? Lessons In Parental Meltdowns

Whatever Things Are…Excellent? Lessons In Parental Meltdowns

Written by: Loni Capshew Whatever things are…excellent? Lessons in parental meltdowns, what advice should you follow from others, and how you will know what works.  When our three offspring were growing up, Charlie and I were caught in the maelstrom of influences that bombarded our generation of new parents in the seventies.  We were at the tail end of the Spock years, still bruised and battered by the Viet Nam War and inclined to be slightly militant regarding individual rights…

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Sometimes a Stitch in Time Really Does Save Nine…

Sometimes a Stitch in Time Really Does Save Nine…

By Loni Chambers Capshew Oh, not to worry! I don’t pretend to hold all of life’s greatest truths in a Dixie cup, but a lifetime of teaching adolescents and raising three of my own to adulthood has taught me a thing or two about basic human nature, and the funny thing is that I’d say 80 per cent of them are probably based on little truisms expressed by my parents when I was still wet behind the ears myself. Sheesh….

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Getting Back My Peace of Mind by Letting Go a Piece of Me

Getting Back My Peace of Mind by Letting Go a Piece of Me

By: Loni Chambers Capshew  This morning I did a bit of addition and realized something I found rather astounding. This is the first time in the last 58 years that I have not been somehow involved in the rush and hullaballoo of the first day of school –  as a student, as an educator,  as a parent, or as a parent-surrogate. That’s a huge chunk of living and a huge chunk of my identity, a situation of which I’m made…

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Being More Than I Do: How I Learned to Lovingly Detatch

Being More Than I Do: How I Learned to Lovingly Detatch

By: Loni Chambers Capshew “Ma, please call me when you get a chance,” was all the cryptic message had to say. Frankly, the brevity was pretty typical of most of the missives I receive from my 32-year-old son. He’s pretty much a chip off his Dad’s old block when it comes to non-spoken conversation or phone messaging; he cuts straight to the chase. If this had been simply a casual hello, he’d have either left no message or have said,…

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