I cannot deny the ever-present impact fatherhood has had on my life.
If I wrote this 11 years ago when we were facing a different set of crises I’d have nothing but terrible things to say about my mother.
Sometimes grief feels like the forever home you never meant to purchase.
We’re all searching for answers, refreshing for updates, grasping for straws where there aren’t any.
What do you attempt to replace fear with?