On (being real about) Being 37

On the eve of my birthday, I started writing this blog. I had some reflections on this birthday and I wanted to capture them before the feelings faded. I published it that evening, thinking I would share it later. But then my actual birthday happened, and this is what the first 2 waking hours of … Continue reading On (being real about) Being 37 →

On the Sins of the Father

I really lost it this morning. As with all things, over something simple, yet irritating. My son is a good kid. Ten years of struggling to find his personality, his voice, his passions constantly buffeted by two strong-willed, opinionated, and sometimes overbearing parents. Two parents who are now "ex-" and "co-" and I am so … Continue reading On the Sins of the Father →