by admin | Nov 8, 2023 | Change, Clarity, Coaching, Leadership Coaching, Listening, Mothers, Personal Growth
My mom loved Jackie Kennedy. For one, they were the same age. Jackie was beautiful, graceful, articulate (and thin – a must for my mother). During President Kennedy’s funeral, which I remember vaguely, my mother commented how dignified Jackie was. Of course, like...
by Pam Hernandez | Aug 23, 2022 | Compassion, Daughters, Fathers, Mothers, Personal Growth, Self Acceptance, Well-being
Growing up, I received the message quite early and quite often that feeling sorry for myself was not appropriate. I got this message at home and school, and I’m sure I wasn’t alone. When I was in middle school and complaining about something (probably about thinking I...
by Pam Hernandez | Jan 26, 2022 | Children, Coaching, Leadership, Listening, Mothers, Personal Growth
I was a lifeguard at a country club when I was in college. While frying my skin in the Nebraska sun, I sat in a lifeguard chair and listened to little kids yell at their mothers for hours proclaiming, “Look at me, Mommy; Look at me.” (That, and “Marco-Polo”). Their...
by Pam Hernandez | Jun 22, 2021 | Generations, Mothers, Personal Growth, Relationships, Self Acceptance, self confidence, Women
“If you want a thing well done, get a couple of old broads to do it.” — Bette Davis The other night I had dinner with two long-time friends that I hadn’t seen for a while and we were catching up. To anyone listening to us, you’d think we’d be...
by Pam Hernandez | Aug 6, 2020 | Children, Compassion, Daughters, Fathers, Generations, Mothers, Personal Growth, Relationships
If someone thinks that love and peace is a cliche that must have been left behind in the Sixties, that’s his problem. Love and peace are eternal John Lennon Years ago, when I was teaching English, I was asked to judge the National Scholastic Writing Contest with...
by Pam Hernandez | May 27, 2020 | Children, Fathers, Mothers, Personal Growth, Women
Yesterday, I visited my mother’s grave. It was the first time in 20 years. She died 45 years ago. I may sound like an unfeeling daughter, but my mother hated all the rituals surrounding death. There was no funeral (she was buried by cemetery staff); we had a memorial...