On Saturday a near 20-month old girl’s short life was celebrated. It was a different sort of funeral. She was the daughter of friends of ours. She lovingly belonged to parents who now don’t have a daughter. The parents found out over a year ago that she had Krabbe which is a certain early death […]
Don't fall for the slick, dandified cake eater—the unpolished gold of a real man is worth more than the gloss of a lounge lizard.
This “rule” is just begging for its own blog post. Because, men, there is gold to be found in you. This rule comes from the list of | read more
The Dirt Our Lives Grow Through
The ugliness of our past is buried in that dirt. The hurt. The anger. The loss of innocence. The rejection. The fear of inadequacy. | read more