Have Kids, Will Travel

When I was 15, I spent a lot of time at my best friend, Caitlin’s, house. That year, we were inseparable. We were two peas in a pod, yin and yang, Kenan and Kel. Looking back, it’s entirely possible she just tolerated me, an awkward misfit only child with limited social skills and a controlling…

Things I Love More Than My Kids

The love I have for my kids is so much more complicated and complex than I’d anticipated, and it often demands my own discomfort.