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When I first started this website four years ago, I didn’t have a clue what I was doing. Truthfully, I’m not sure that I’m any closer to knowing what I’m doing today than I was back then. But whatever. I knew I wanted to write. But about what? All I…

I went swimming this morning. This might not sound like that big of a deal, but up until two weeks ago I hadn’t been in the water to swim laps for more than five years, fifteen years since the last time I had done anything even remotely close to something…

Little did I know, four years ago, when I sat in my friend Angie’s kitchen, this is  what would happen. As I sat on a stool at her large kitchen island, and our kids flitted about making messes here and there, we chatted. We talked about kids and families. About…

A few years ago, I wrote an essay about smashing windows. Not actual windows. But the figurative windows that distort the ways that I feel about myself, the ways I feel about the world. I called it Frosted Window Syndrome, or the never-ending battle so many of us fight just…