Shortly after 9-11, I traveled to New York City to work with the Red Cross. I thought going there would empower me, make me feel like I had done something for my country. In some small way, I wanted to honor those who died.
I’ve been at this parenting game for a while now. Not as long as my wise sage of a dear pal, Jim Higley, mind you, but long enough to have …
I promised myself I would not be one of those people who are constantly checking their smartphone.
By Michael Bryant. I showed him by example that it is ok to feel.
By Tim Akimoff. I felt the pressure of the waning miles as I tried to squeeze in every last trick and tip I’ve learned on my own journeys.
By Carter Gaddis. He’ll stand soon enough. Until then, at least he hasn’t ruled it out forever.
By Jeffrey Dotts. I was not falling head-over-heels in love with parenting.
By Kiff Gallagher. In my ultimate passion project, as a daddy-preneur, I’m clueless.
By Jeffrey Sparr. Mental illness is a devious and unrelenting opponent, one that attacks in a second’s notice.
By Geoff Peddicord. The family that rocks together, stays together!