Where Are All The Kids?

My son is almost four, and as he gets older and into more activities, I've begun to think more about my own childhood. Not surprising I suppose (we all tend to make everything about ourselves), but I'm noticing one major difference in his world vs. my past world that's starting to concern me: The lack… Continue reading Where Are All The Kids?

It’s Okay To Not Be Okay

In Ocala, next to a church that my parents sometimes attend, there is a small and lovely wooded area. It’s the type of woods that have you daydreaming that any minute Edward and Bella might emerge, kissing and scaling trees. At least that’s what I was daydreaming about while hiding from my family and my… Continue reading It’s Okay To Not Be Okay