By: Jennie ScottMy phone rang, and when I glanced at the caller, immediately my heart began to pound. The illuminated screen showed the caller was the school district I had just interviewed with, so the news would be either very good or very bad.Either they wanted me...
By: Jennie ScottOK, son. You’re in that weird stage right now where you’re technically not a teenager yet, but you’re not a little kid anymore, either. I know it’s super strange. Your body is changing, your voice is sounding different,...
By: Jennie ScottI lay immobile on the operating table. Numb from the chest down, I could only watch as nurses draped the sterile field of my abdomen with blue cloth. They counted gauze strips and scalpels, forceps and scissors. They prepared my body for the birth of...
By: Jennie ScottSo you found out your friend is going through a divorce. She may have called you herself, or you may have heard through the grapevine that her marriage is ending, as half of all do.As a friend, you want to be there, but you’re unsure of what that...
By: Jennie ScottToday, I spoke these words when I saw my Facebook feed: “That’s it. If you don’t bring me joy, you’re gone.”And I meant it.I’ve written before about giving yourself permission to unfollow people on social media, and...
