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Monthly Archives: December 2013
The Sabbath is Not Just a Date, and Black Friday Backlash-Backlash
Part 2 of my interview with Cynthia Holder Rich of ecclesio: What ideas do you have for families dealing with the special needs or disorders of their children, where illness takes precedence at times when you’re supposed to have Sabbath? Or … Continue reading
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E.B. White, Thurman and Iona
I’m over at ecclesio this week, answering questions from Cynthia Holder Rich about Sabbath in the Suburbs: You quote E.B.White at the beginning of the book on the struggle between improving and enjoying the world. How have you made peace with this struggle, … Continue reading
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A Hidden Cause of Helicopter Parenting
Originally posted at The Blue Room. A few days ago a friend of mine posted this article from Slate, “Why Millennials Can’t Grow Up: Helicopter parenting has caused my psychotherapy clients to crash land.” The author is a mental health professional who’s … Continue reading