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…
When I choose to confront something happening right now—something I see as worth addressing—and someone tries to shut me down by dragging the conversation into the past, I finally understand…
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…
I pull into the second of two gas pumps at Costco. I turn off my car, get out, and walk toward the pump just as the car at the first…