My jovial and chatty doctor had the most serious look I’ve ever seen him have. I knew he wasn’t joking when he said those words.
When word got around that some of my son’s classmates were getting high, my slightly superior, self-righteous self had nothing to worry about.
I’m trying not to look at old pictures, trying not to cry too much and taking a stab at total happiness as they become adults.
I am a 52 year-old divorced father who sees every Marvel superhero movie with my two boys.
On moving day, a mother reflects back on raising her, now grown, spirited daughter, and looks toward the future for herself…
Although Stacy and I know what to do to make Living the Second Act successful, it is still a monumental and scary undertaking. We are putting our dreams out in the open for the world to see.