Waiting for Morning

I remember as a young child being awakened by night terrors and laying in bed too frightened to move my arm the few inches in the cold dark to reach the light switch. I would look out into the blackness of my small bedroom and see imagined boogeymen or creeping…

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Attitude Reflect Leadership

I ask my daughter to take out the trash and I get a sassy response instead. I beg the two younger siblings to stop arguing and fighting, but tears erupt and one storms off the bedroom hurt. Later, I hear one daughter snapping at the other, complaining about some small…

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