I’ve been experiencing the gift of small talk lately, something that seems to get a bad rap. Sure, it’s a must-do at work-related functions and can be forced at cocktail parties. That’s the side of the coin that folks tend to focus on; but small talk doesn’t have to stop there. When used thoughtfully, small talk can be a useful antidote to stress.
April 19: “I need to hem these,” says Grandma of a pretty pair of pants. She goes to the laundry room and comes out with its matching two-piece top, excited at having found this “new” outfit in her closet.
Miller’s class came home with potted petunias and poems to celebrate Mother’s Day. The poem, a darling tribute from child to mother, reads as such:
Truth time. Until the past couple of weeks, I had barley worked out for a YEAR. This, coming from the gal who was as committed to my workout routine as I was washing my face at night. #religiously
Less than three days to Easter. If you’re like me and started planning for it yesterday, congratulations on working ahead! Slow clap momma, slow clap. If you’re scrambling with fewer ideas than plastic eggs, feel free to borrow my solution. I’m resurrecting a childhood favorite: Scavenger hunts.