Holding the Year Gently

Holding the Year Gently

It is that time, we find ourselves still in the lingering glow of the new year. The threshold has been crossed with wide-eyed wonder and possibility. Promises that this year will be the year echo everywhere. At two weeks in, reality begins to seep into the edges of...
What We Tell Our Boys

What We Tell Our Boys

As I sit here, my boys are heavy on my mind. Our girls, our boys, all of our children hold weight in my thoughts. By all accounts the five sons we are raising fall under privileged white boy status. We are not wealthy by any means, but that is not the privilege I am...