Dear Son, You’re One of the Good Guys

Dear Son, You’re One of the Good Guys

An open letter to my oldest on his 15th birthday. You turn fifteen today in the near middle of this wild and crazy year,  and there’s this thing I have been meaning to tell you about who you are. I have let fear keep me from saying it because well, you’re only...
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...
The Place Our Boys Need Us to Meet Them

The Place Our Boys Need Us to Meet Them

It’s evening, we are all gathered around the table, in between pickups and drop-offs, homework and practice, signing forms and organizing schedules, we have this precious time together.  Looking in, it would seem anything but — we are loud, a mouth is open while...