Parenting our sons Anger begets anger. If my child comes to me upset with their friend or significant other, i’m not going to sit there and bad mouth the other person especially a young women knowing the struggles of insecurity and emotions of a woman myself. All you’re encouraging is disrespect. You’re blurring the line … Continue reading Words of a Therapist

"SOMEONE GREAT"Do you think I can have one more kiss?I’ll find closure on your lips and then I’ll go.Maybe, also, one more breakfast, one more lunch, and one more dinner.I’ll be full and happy and we can part.But, in between meals, maybe we can lie in bed one more time?One more prolonged moment where time … Continue reading exceptional

I love you.   It has been one year since we have met.  One trip around the sun.  You say you noticed me the first day I walked into our formation, but I was wandering aimlessly still.  At least I was until I got to know you.  I was just another nervous body trying to adapt … Continue reading 1 Corinthians 13:4

But even in his darkest hours, he knew in his heart that someday it would return to him, and his world would be whole again... and his belief in God and love and art would be reawakened in his heart. The boy saw the comet and suddenly his life head meaning. -OTH There are increments … Continue reading On my knees

“I need something to be good. I need something to feel right. OK? I’m not depressed. My heart is not broken. I’m not grieving. He is not dead. But there is this other feeling that doesn’t completely feel fair. Or right. Or good. And every morning I wake up and there’s this pit, this feeling here that maybe my … Continue reading Right

It was a comet.  The boy saw the comet and he felt as though his life had meaning.  And when it went away, he waited his entire life for it to come back to him.  It was more than just a comet because of what it brought to his life: direction, beauty, meaning.  There are … Continue reading To Build a Home

"Are we gonna find ourselves inside these lines?" -Trent Dabbs One year ago, I wished for hope.  I wanted a sign, anything that would make sense of the situation around me.  I begged that you would look inside the lines, that you would see the truth.  Today, I could not be more grateful that you … Continue reading One year ago

Under the bed is a stack of letters that will never be sent. Full of apologies, full of happiness, full of sadness, and full of words I will never say. There’s something refreshing about saying what you need to say without a reaction. All of the anger, confusion, and all of the emotion in one … Continue reading Under