The Space Between Now and Her Arrival

The Space Between Now and Her Arrival

There’s a kind of stillness that doesn’t wait for silence. It’s here now, in the motion of our home, in the sound of my son laughing in the next room, in the gentle stretch of my wife’s body preparing to bring our daughter into this world. It’s in me too. The clock...
A Real Glimpse into Surviving PTSD

A Real Glimpse into Surviving PTSD

A dear friend called me last night. I was reminded how few people call each other these days. When I answered the phone, somebody different was on the other end. Not my friend. Their PTSD. Repeated nightmares. Months of mental torture, internal warfare. They had...
The Turning Point

The Turning Point

There comes a moment when you realize you’re standing at the edge of something old, something that has held you for so long it almost feels like home. But it’s not home. It’s a holding place, a waiting room between who you were and who you’re becoming. And then,...