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
Racial Reconciliation
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