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“Why didn’t you hug your dad when you said goodbye?” she asked.

I will admit that I don’t always fulfill my aspirations to be kind.

We need to start addressing this silent epidemic of paternal depression.

My Grandmother’s last act in her very long career as a nurse was carrying me out of the hospital.

I was 10 years old the first time my Boy Scout troop visited the battlefield at Gettysburg.

Working from home and being the primary caretaker of my children is often the Life of Riley.

Anything more advanced than hammering a nail into a board causes me a measurable level of anxiety.

Since entering mama-hood I’ve had to develop a few new techniques and habits to help me cope.