Last year, I was in such a fog of grief, that I hardly remember Christmas. Losing someone right before a holiday is really hard. In a lot of ways, it almost feels like this is our first Christmas without dad, even though it’s the second. My childhood Christmases were wonderful and full of tradition. My […]
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