I’ve often watched my parents, of over 30 years, interact with each other as if they were still dating. Their whispers, knowing smiles passed between each other, stolen kisses and my father’s gaze on my mother—as if it was the first time he’d ever laid eyes on her—eventually peaked my curiosity. I asked my mother…
She should just know what I like without having to ask…” “I shouldn’t have to tell her what hurts, that’s not what guys do….” “I’ve already told him a thousand times. I’m not telling him again.” These are statements that I hear from men and women that describe their frustration with being in an…
As a child I never learned how to express my anger in healthy ways. In fact, I believed anger was a bad thing, probably because that’s what I learned from my parents. If someone even hinted that I might be angry I would say, “I’m not angry. I’m just upset.” Many years later I finally…
Chris walked in the house at 6:20, a full twenty minutes later than he had told his wife Sarah. This was not the first time, nor would it be the last. Dinner was already on the table, the kids were antsy and anxious to eat, and it was clear from Sarah’s body language that Chris…
I get some pretty crazy emails. Some I sign up for and wish that I hadn’t, and others seem to filter into my inbox on their own. If you’re like me, perhaps you’ve been racked with guilt because you didn’t forward an email to 10 people within 30 seconds and therefore may be the cause of famine…
