When I met them, I had no idea how much I would need them. I am so grateful for these women and their families. Sometimes, I don’t believe that my daughters and I would have survived the hardest moments without them.
We can all impact each other, choose how we connect. Why not choose kindness?
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.
The biggest change came from inside myself. I realized that I had been looking for a relationship to rescue me from my grief. Instead, I found my own interests and gained some independence.
There is no reason to post a shirtless selfie in the bathroom (or any room)…
I am a 52 year-old divorced father who sees every Marvel superhero movie with my two boys.
Fourteen months after Steve’s death, I was fixed up with a man named Eric Goldstein. At six foot-three, with dark skin and thick black hair, he looked nothing like Steve.
On moving day, a mother reflects back on raising her, now grown, spirited daughter, and looks toward the future for herself…
Based on his past actions or better yet, lack thereof, I figured we were nothing more than friends. He kept me at an arm’s length distance and made no attempt to flirt with me.