Tonight I stood on the street corner down the road from my house with a small group of people, holding a sign that read Black Lives Matter. These past few months of quarantine, my preschool-age son and I have walked through that intersection multiple times a week on the way to the park or to…Read More
Raising Safe Sons
It’s Friday morning, and next to me my two-year-old son plays with dinosaurs, their roamings stretching across the carpeted landscape. The plastic figures occasionally stop their treks to inspect a stale, discarded Cheerio or to quickly scatter with an “I need to go potty!” urgency, but for the most part my son’s play is contained…Read More
“If you want to write, write.”
“If you want to write, write.” – Dr. John Knapp II, in an email from June 24 The words above are some of the most freeing I’ve ever heard, and ones that will probably rattle around inside my head for the rest of my life. Spoken to me by a mentor I’ve had since middle…Read More
I Was There
Wednesday night I did something it’s common knowledge you should never do before bed. I thought I’d take a quick stroll through the global news. What I soon realized was that my feed was filled to the brim of people in mourning for a father and his 23-month-old baby girl. On June 24, Óscar Alberto…Read More