Positively Wendy Bell Inspiring Stories

You be You and I'll Be Me

You be You and I'll Be Me

I've grown weary of people whose lives revolve around outrage, offense, and anything that deflects the view from their individual 

Positively Grateful

Positively Grateful

I owe a large number of you a great deal of thanks. Your love and support has helped me ride a tumultuous wave in my life, and as I begin yet
Stronger Than Hate

Stronger Than Hate

I nearly plowed into the Subaru Forrester in front of me when I saw it. Stretched across a huge aluminum scaffold in bold white letters said everything so many of us feel.
Michael's Thanksgiving

Michael's Thanksgiving

If you at all remember my nervous breakdown back in mid-August the day before our oldest son, Michael, left for college, you'll understand why
F.R.O.G.

F.R.O.G.

If your mood has been anything like mine recently, you, too, have gone dark on social media. I haven't felt particularly social, to be honest. With the Tree of Life massacre, the 
Our Wake Up Call

Our Wake Up Call

I write this less than twenty-four hours after a synagogue up the street from my house became the target of hatred. I write this in the dark
America The Great

America The Great

So many remarkable stories exist out there. They're all around us. I cover them here and love sharing them with you. But I LIVE them, too. Stories of little people doing big things.
Covering the Blue

Covering the Blue

Sometimes... a story speaks for itself. Sometimes... goodness outlasts hate. Sometimes... we stumble upon people whose selflessness lifts us up. I met that woman 
Hopeful for the Future

Hopeful for the Future

I've been laying low after the testimony last week before the Senate Judiciary Committee. I was sitting at my computer, finessing a point I was trying to make in the book I'm writing
Attila Rides Again

Attila Rides Again

There's a lot of noise out there that might make you feel doubtful of America's course these days. The daily news is a predictable smattering of horror and corruption, and with neighbors fighting neighbors over party politics,
Keeping My Eyes Open

Keeping My Eyes Open

It was only one year ago but it feels like so much longer, as though the sands in my hourglass have been slipping through far more quickly than I've given them permission.
Hopping It Out

Hopping It Out

I took Ryan, Chris and Bobby out to dinner last night, just the four of us. I enjoy spending time with different brotherly combinations, but the Littles have an interesting dynamic. It tests me,