Whatever we may claim: we don’t love our children.
She guided me to ask her the right question
Connecticut is my home state. I grew up in a small town that liked to be known as the, “City of Village Charm.” This was their motto, and…
We are asking children the wrong question.
The world, changing.And how.
Just like a swollen bud, eventually splitting apart for the ever growing pressure of what it has kept safe all winter, my life is bursting…
‘Do you recall how…’ That’s all he manages.She nods. The sky had exactly this color, the day he is talking about.
As a child, what associations did I make to money? My parents' arguments were many, but the list of potential disagreements were short…
Does knowing why I was mistreated as a child help me now? Yes, it does. As an undiagnosed dyslexic child it was impossible for me to convey…