Pieces of Me

What a night it has been. It’s one of those nights where my eyes sting and I am certain a truck has to have run me over. I feel wrecked. Tonight night started last night and just kept on giving through this evening. If I am being completely honest with myself, this has been brewing…

The Intersection of Adventure and Respect

Lately, I have been really struggling to understand my younger son, Michael. He is all things boy. I am all things girl. He speaks blue. I speak pink. We are made different and those differences have made for a festive puberty transition. In my efforts to understand my son, the way he thinks, the way…