Parenting through the death of his father makes one dad realize his kids need to see grief and how to battle through.
My son doesn’t have memories of dad spitting fire and venom. He has memories of a dad taking a breath, a knee, and a moment to listen.
Finding Zen during my solitary runs makes my early mornings stuffing lunch sacks through my late nights up with a sick kid, all worth while.
Our best parenting moments and worst ones are threads in the same tapestry, weaved together into something beautiful because of its imperfections.
Saying I’m sorry quickly to my family whenever I screw up is one aspect of my parenting and married life that I feel like I am always getting right.
You know how it goes: Even the smallest disagreements with your teen can turn into yelling, doors slamming, feelings hurt […]