Ginger's Blog
Dropping the Egg
I am reminded this week that I did one thing right in my life. Mind you, there were many things I did poorly - relationships, parenting, money, health - to cite the short-list. But, vocationally, I had a small window of clarity at the young age of seventeen. I grabbed...
Relational vs. Intimate
Is being relational the same thing as being intimate? Someone asked this great question in my training group this week. First off, you do know me enough by now to know that being intimate is not about sex. Sex is sex. Intimacy is about emotional connection. Being...
The Horse Blinders
“Well, I would behave better if he did," says the partner, justifying her poor relational move. Yeah, yeah, yeah. If only it were that easy. But, love ain’t easy. If we are going to stay in the game long-term, we must show up with generosity, regardless of what our...
The Frog and the Scorpion
You remember the story of the frog and the scorpion? The scorpion asks the frog for a ride across the river. “But you are a scorpion,” says the frog. “You will sting me.” “No, I won’t,” promised the scorpion. “I will be the perfect gentleman if you kindly give me a...
Gravy for Parents
The alarm blared at 5 AM. My body, more than my mind, resisted the start of a new day. How I wanted to ignore reality and slip back into my down-covered dreamworld. But the disciplined part of me wouldn’t allow such. Instead, as has become the habit of most folks, the...
What is Your Best Relational Move?
I know it’s not romantic. We so long for love to be organic. We don’t want to admit that we need know-how and skills to take love into the long haul. But, spoiler alert: love requires strategy. We need to think before we act. We must intentionally be...
Gratitude in White
Snow blankets the Washington DC area. It is one of those picture-perfect mornings when the world forces a stop to the usual. “Look at me!” she shouts delightfully in white cottony flakes. As if we could ignore her extravagant display. As if winter would pass without...
Holding Both the Good and the Bad
You could feel the tension in the room. The unprocessed negative emotion, like a trough of hardening concrete, sat between them on my green couch. As they both looked at me with pleading and desperate eyes to “fix this,” she gently put her hand on his leg. I slowed to...
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