The other night, I stood in front of my bedroom mirror and struggled to make a decision: Should I go or should I stay? I was dressed for a run. In my arms, my little boy was wrapped in a towel. Fresh out of the bath, he was giggling as he admired the reflection of…Read More
Parenting
Tears In a Bottle
Maybe you’ve been there before. That moment of complete exhaustion and quiet, when your eyes turn from pouring out tears with the force of Niagara Falls to resembling the crustiness of the Sahara Desert. My earliest recollection of crying this hard was when I was seven-years old, and Danny Helms, my best friend in the…Read More