Author: Jessica Hendrickson

Fixing What’s Broken

I looked down at my right hand and couldn’t believe what I was seeing.  My pointer finger was broken.  I mean, totally broken in half.  So weird, I didn’t feel any pain.  But it was clearly broken.  It had to be fixed.  I had to get myself to a hospital.  But there was no time!  I had to study for a test.  There was no way I was going to be able to pass this test; I wasn’t prepared.  God, why didn’t I study more?  Not to mention, I couldn’t drive with a broken finger.  Who could I ask...

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My Scary Places

I’m reading a book called “The Places That Scare You.”   A friend gave it to me, knowing I was going through some changes in my life. In it, Pema Chondron teaches:  We can let the circumstances of our lives harden us and make us increasingly resentful and afraid, or we can let them soften us and make us kinder.  I’ve recently had some “circumstances” in my own life that have threatened to harden me and certainly scare me.   Scary Place #1 Life as a Single Mom I got divorced last week.  It was the right decision.  But I’m scared.  Not of...

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It’s Time To Take Care of You

This post is for you.  Yes, you.  I know you.  While you’re reading this, you have at least three other things going on in your head.  If you’re lucky, you may be drinking a cup of coffee.  You may have a child on your hip, or you may be at work, sneaking in a little internet time between tasks.  You’re probably thinking about what you need to get done today, tonight, this weekend.  If you’re organized, you may have a written list.  (I applaud you).  If you’re like me, you have several lists started on post-it notes; none of...

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Eighteen Years is Not Enough

In a few short weeks, we will be celebrating your 5th birthday.  YOUR FIFTH.  Last week we signed you up for Kindergarten.  I held it together the whole long hour of watching you go from table to table, meeting with different teachers (They called you “Jackson” and I didn’t even interrupt them to say you were actually my “Jacky” or “Jackaroni”).  You were so well-behaved and polite.  I watched you answer all the questions they asked you; watched you in that big chair, your feet dangling and swinging back and forth, never stopping.   They told me you scored 100% and that...

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A Bad Day

The second I walked into my son Jack’s Pre-K classroom and saw the look on his teacher’s face I knew something was wrong.  She shook her head and said, “He had a bad day.” Ugh.   A bad day.   She went on to tell me that he wouldn’t sit still during nap time, wouldn’t listen when she told him to stop twirling his blanket, didn’t eat his lunch, walked out of the classroom without permission, and ultimately wasn’t allowed to participate in a group activity because of his behavior.  He was at the other side of the classroom...

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