Faith, Fear, and the Practice of Acceptance
There are Some Good Things We live in a nice, cute, safe home—one I can afford. My boys are able-bodied, able-minded, and excellent in countless ways. They are creative, strong,…
What a mess! Healing is messy AF and wildly unpopular with those who are offended by the idea you have something to heal from. It is bananas.
The Damage of Being Told You Are Alone
Imagine a struggling child—or really any person—whose parent communicates, in no uncertain terms: “Nobody can or wants to relate to you or help build a bridge to where you are.”…
Raising Boys Amid Trauma, Silence, and Emotional Games
Artificial Indifference Artificial Indifference. Finally—a name for the thing that was sought, feigned, and revered in my family, and later in an equally dysfunctional marriage. I see my younger son…
Mountain Bike Meltdown: A Story About Power and Parenting
My older son loves mountain biking—loves it. Sweet Greg introduced him to it and supported him for more than five years. Since buying his current bike, my son has grown…