I remind myself that being there makes a difference. Showing up makes a difference. Letting them know me and knowing them makes a difference.
The Bond With my Dad
In my mid twenties, when my drinking was not yet out of control, we started bonding over a few drinks.
I Think About Men all the Time
I worry about them. The lack of programs to ensure their self-esteem stays intact in spite of the conflicting media images about gender and sex.
Building Something Whole
Raising boys to be fathers, breadwinners, and the head of a family seemed rather a daunting task even though I do believe that girls can do anything boys can do
To my Son—You Aren’t a Mistake
From the day you took that first breath, you have been taking mine away. You are far from a mistake my sweet boy.
The Price I Pay for my Husband’s Six Pack
He’s fit and he’s manscaped—an Adonis of the DILFs, so to speak. But, sadly, my Don Juan Demarco has a trumpet for an asshole. And man, that thing loves to crank out tunes.
A Punch in the Gut
I hated myself for feeling how I did. I would love a boy as much as a girl. Maybe I was just disappointed because the doctor had delivered the news so abruptly? Or maybe I was just being hormonal.
Deciding to Stay
My wedding ceremony took place in a church at 7:00 p.m. on a Saturday. But I didn't decide to marry my husband until seven days later.
Five Lessons I Learned Guiding the First Blind Runner Across the Grand Canyon
Dan Berlin made history as the first blind runner to cross the Grand Canyon from the South Rim to the North Rim and back in one go. I served as …
The Bad Wife
Every kid has a favorite shirt. Most outgrow them. But not my husband.