Articles by terri st. cloud


About terri st. cloud

even if our circumstances are different, i believe our emotions are the same...and maybe in sharing the journey in as real and honest a way as we can, maybe we'll help each other grow.

just to be sure…

in honor of my son’s birthday this weekend, i asked him if he’d write a blog. he had told me in person about this idea before and it thrilled me. i was so tickled this is what he chose to share in his writing here. i posted it friday, but know that sometimes because of…

A guest blogger today!

“Settle down, Noah. You’re holding the mic. Let’s get some coherence here.” Hello everyone! My coffee is piping hot and my mind is full of thoughts after watching an inflammatory debateā€”so pull up a chair and help me think through something I’ve been pondering for over a year now. Also, today is feeling nautical, so…

no food for you!

okay… i’ve been watching… fear. we feed it a lot. i certainly know i do. the beauty of this watching is i’ve been watching it in others. always always easier to see it there. then flip it on myself. and my gosh, has it ever been making an impression on me. i can see clearly…

it’s all in how you look at it…

it was dark when i was walking this morning. the stars were gorgeous, the bugs singing, and the car headlights seemed brighter than ever. and as i walked down the street, straight at the bottom, facing up, was a car parked in its driveway with its headlights on. it really could not have been more…

going with it…

i’ve got the whole menopause thang happening in me these days. and i never ever quite know what’s goin’ on. but this morning as i walked, i realized – ‘terri, you are hormonal today. you can just feel it.’ and then – i did something brilliant. not because i’m a genius. but because every now…

cleaning up old lessons…

i have no idea if it’s because girls were taught a certain way, or if it was the times – undertones of many influences. or if i just misunderstood things – but i learned a lot of dysfunction thru the lessons i was taught as i grew up. and the thing is, the lessons themselves…

maybe it’s just as much about raising you…

because of an email exchange with a friend, i have been thinking about the relationship between myself and my grown sons. it was a whole lot easier when they were little. and i had no idea it’d be that way. i figured that was the hard stuff. back then. i remember. it was a lot….

finally sat still…

i have been runnin’ a lot lately. and yesterday, because of a work related thing, i sat myself down and asked myself what it was i was feeling about getting married. ‘scared’ immediately came to mind. and then scared proceeded to wash all over me. i spoke the fear out loud on facebook and got…